I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land.

At a dinner party one should eat wisely but not too well, and talk well but not too wisely.

For what I have received may the Lord make me truly thankful. And more truly for what I have not received.

Physical strength can never permanently withstand the impact of spiritual force.

A wedding anniversary is the celebration of love, trust, partnership, tolerance and tenacity. The order varies for any given year.

Friendship is the marriage of the soul, and this marriage is liable to divorce.

Architecture starts when you carefully put two bricks together. There it begins.

I have never been jealous. Not even when my dad finished fifth grade a year before I did.

In terms of my marriage, you know, falling in love with my husband was by far the best thing that's ever happened to me.

God gives the nuts, but he does not crack them.

We invest less in our friendships and expect more of friends than any other relationship. We spend days working out where to book for a romantic dinner, weeks wondering how to celebrate a partner or parent's birthday, and seconds forgetting a friend's important anniversary.

I shut my eyes in order to see.

Don't aim for success if you want it; just do what you love and believe in, and it will come naturally.

To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.

Never mistake motion for action.

I love wisdom. And you can never be great at anything unless you love it. Not be in love with it, but love the thing, admire the thing. And it seems that if you love the thing, and you don't just want to possess it, it will find you.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

Life is all about balance, and there are certain times of the year - birthday, anniversary, holidays - that are meant to be enjoyed without guilt. That being said, Thanksgiving is a meal - it's not a Thanksgiving day, and it's not a Thanksgiving week.

Thanksgiving just gets me all warm and tingly and all kinds of wonderful inside.

It is the working man who is the happy man. It is the idle man who is the miserable man.

Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.

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

The harder I work, the luckier I get.

If you have a harem of 40 women, you never get to know any of them very well.