Travel tips: How to avoid carsickness, seasickness and airsickness... Be careful what you eat. And stay home.
I’ve been thinking... Maybe you’re a mockingbird... Mockingbirds imitate the songs of other birds... No, I’ve never heard of any copyright problems.
A glacier will frequently move forward one foot while retreating three feet... Which reminds me a lot of myself!
Oh yes, I’m at my happiest when I have a good idea and I’m drawing it well, and it comes out well and somebody laughs at it.
I used to have more tolerance for these views, but I am losing patience with what I see. The test of anything is the fruit it bears. I see no good fruit being born.
Once when Monty was in kindergarten, I had read to him and was trying to get him to go to sleep. He said he didn’t want to close his eyes because “It’s dark in there.
Good afternoon... My name is Lucy... I’m going to be your right-fielder... Our special today is a misjudged fly-ball. We also have a nice bobbled ground ball and an exellent late throw to the infield... I’ll be back in a moment to take your order.
Here’s Joe Cool hanging around the student union.
Just thinking about a friend makes you want to do a happy dance, because a friend is someone who loves you in spite of your faults.
Be yourself. No one can say you’re doing it wrong.
Don’t worry about the world coming to an end today. It is already tomorrow in Australia.
What’s the good of living if you don’t try a few things?
I don’t think God wants to be worshiped. I think the only pure worship of God is by loving one another, and I think all other forms of worship became a substitute for the love that we should show one another.
I think I’ve discovered the secret of life – you just hang around until you get used to it.
Life is like a ten speed bicycle. Most of us have gears we never use.
All of earth’s creatures have, hidden within their beings, a wild uncontrollable urge to punt!
Learn from yesterday, live for today, look to tomorrow, rest this afternoon.
All his life he tried to be a good person. Many times, however, he failed. For after all, he was only human. He wasn’t a dog.
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask, ‘Where have I gone wrong?’ Then a voice says to me, ‘This is going to take more than one night.’
Happiness is a warm puppy.