"I hate facts. I always say the chief end of man is to form general propositions - adding that no gen..." — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear.

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.

Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.