“Always fall in with what you’re asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever’s going. Not against: with.”

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.

Education doesn’t change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard.

What is done is done for the love of it – or not really done at all.

Come grow old with me, for the best is yet to come!

You don’t have to deserve your mother’s love. You have to deserve your father s. He’s more particular. The father is always a Republican towards his son, and his mother’s always a Democrat.

College is a refuge from hasty judgment.

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won’t, and that’s a wife who can’t cook and will.

A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.

The middle of the road is where the white line is – and that’s the worst place to drive.

Far more violence has been done in obeying the law than in breaking the law.

Good fences make good neighbors.

Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand.

The best way out is always through.

So little trouble do men take in the search after truth; so readily do they accept whatever comes first to hand.

We secure our friends not by accepting favours but by doing them.

Being perfect is being flawed, accepting it, and never letting it make you feel less than your best.

Most days, I am the rain. – And that’s okay.

Sometimes I don’t like my thighs or stomach, but whenever I get caught up in that, I always focus on the fact that I’m healthy now.

The only term I won’t accept is “genius.”

Rock ‘n’ roll accepted me and paid me, even though I loved the big bands I went that way because I wanted a home of my own. I had a family. I had to raise them. Let’s don’t leave out the economics. No way.

It strikes me as bad manners for a magazine to accept one of my advertisements and then attack it editorially – like inviting a man to dinner then spitting in his eye.