Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together
go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, read more

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together
go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.

It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.

When you're a winner you're always happy, but if you're happy as a loser you'll always be a loser.

When you're a winner you're always happy, but if you're happy as a loser you'll always be a loser.

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if
he is to be ultimately at read more

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

There are times when silence has the loudest voice.

There are times when silence has the loudest voice.

You are seeking joy and peace in far-off places. But
the spring of joy is in your heart. The haven read more

You are seeking joy and peace in far-off places. But
the spring of joy is in your heart. The haven of peace is in yourself.

My wife isn't married to me forever; she's married to me for good. That
keeps me on my toes.

My wife isn't married to me forever; she's married to me for good. That
keeps me on my toes.

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six read more

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.

You can't stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.

You can't stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.