The remarkable thing about television is that it permits several million people to laugh at the same joke and still feel lonely.

On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.

A pint of sweat will save a gallon of blood.

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When the judgement day comes, God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffin lid waiting for something to rise as the something's always did. Imagine His surprise, bellowing above the general noise, "Where is Effie? She was dead." Back to God in a tiny voice: "My name's Maybe." The first crumb said. The number two crumb picked up the song. "Might, I'm called. I've done no wrong." Cried the third crumb, "I am Should. Here's our little brother Could and my big sister Would. Don't punish us for we've been good." And the last crumb, with some shame, whispered unto God, "My name is Must and with the others, we've been Effie, who isn't alive and never was. Cross the threshold have no dread. Lift the sheet back in this way.

Everything I've ever done was out of fear of being mediocre.

Yes, if they would thank their maker, And seek no further, but they have new creators, God tailor and god mercer.

If ever we hear a case of lying, we must look for a severe parents. A lie would have no sense unless the truth were felt as dangerous.

Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

A grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharg'd.

The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desires, is like cutting off our feet when we want shoes.

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself.

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence.

I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears Decrease not, but grow faster than the years; And should he doubt it, as no doubt he doth, That I should open to the list'ning air How many worthy princes' bloods were shed To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope, To lop that doubt, he'll fill this land with arms And make pretense of wrong that I have done him; When all, for mine, if I may call offense, Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence; Which love to all, of which thyself art one, Who now reproved'st me for't--

I have not yet begun to fight!

Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you.

The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice.

You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Sudden money is going from zero to two hundred dollars a week. The rest doesn't count.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary, She I love is far away.