“I’d rather take coffee than compliments now.”

A holiday isn’t a holiday, without plenty of freedom and fun.

People want to be amused, not preached at, you know. Morals don’t sell nowadays.

Stay is a charming word in a friend’s vocabulary.

Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally.

It’s lovely to see people so happy.

The duty we owe ourselves is greater than that we owe others.

It takes three or four women to get each man into, through, and out of the world.

Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth’s sake, and so earn some right to rejoice when the victory is won.

I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.

Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.

Many argue; not many converse.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.

Some stories are so familiar its like going home.

It’s amazing how lovely common things become, if one only knows how to look at them.

Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can.

You can’t have a decent food culture without a decent coffee culture: the two things grow up together.

For me, the beauty of the blank page, or empty screen,staring up at nine thirty after two cups of coffee and a deep breath remains unique.

Kids win this’n’that every day. Thousands of them. One out of a hundred fights professionally. One out of a thousand’s worth watchin’, one out of a million’s worth coffee and doughnuts.

I like my coffee with cream and my literature with optimism.

If I died tonight I think I would like to come back as your morning coffee. Just as strong and just as necessary.

My workday begins around 11 A.M., with a cup of black coffee in each hand. If I had more hands, there would be more coffee.

The morning coffee reminds me of your waking I stir to find you.

When I was 6 years old, I was in a rock band that was horrible called ‘Dead End.’ The name kind of described us. People liked us; we would go and perform at coffee houses and stuff.