Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close.

Every year, I hear about Thanksgiving. Who do one give thanks to? ... And who is giving thanks? What are they giving thanks for? For lots of poverty that's on the earth and lots of war that is a-rumoring all over the earth? For lots of people who die daily and the crime that multiply?

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

In fair weather prepare for foul.

Bridges are perhaps the most invisible form of public architecture.

In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

Deep breaths are very helpful at shallow parties.

The secret of business is to know something that nobody else knows.

One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.

Dear Lord; we beg but one boon more: Peace in the hearts of all men living, peace in the whole world this Thanksgiving.

We are never defeated unless we give up on God.

The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.

Sooner or later, those who win are those who think they can.

You may have heard of Black Friday and Cyber Monday. There's another day you might want to know about: Giving Tuesday. The idea is pretty straightforward. On the Tuesday after Thanksgiving, shoppers take a break from their gift-buying and donate what they can to charity.

There is little success where there is little laughter.

It was a perfect marriage. She didn't want to and he couldn't.

All the revision in the world will not save a bad first draft: for the architecture of the thing comes, or fails to come, in the first conception, and revision only affects the detail and ornament, alas!

Every man's work, whether it be literature, or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself.

There is nothing wrong with your marriage if you're dealing with bills and kids and the broken garbage disposal and in-laws and work demands. That's a normal marriage.

Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.

I could talk food all day. I love good food.

Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms.

When people come to my act any time after Thanksgiving, I usually say, You shouldn't be here. You should be shopping. Our economy depends on you! You should be out there buying stuff.'