"Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily o..." — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

I hate facts. I always say the chief end of man is to form general propositions - adding that no general proposition is worth a damn.

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.