Poems List

Too many people overvalue what they are not and undervalue what they are.

No more tears now; I will think about revenge.

Lust is the craving for salt of a person who is dying of thirst.

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

Family dinners are more often than not an ordeal of nervous indigestion, preceded by hidden resentment and ennui and accompanied by psychosomatic jitters.

It's never too late -- in fiction or in life -- to revise.

People forget how fast you did a job -- but they remember how well you did it.

Envy is the consuming desire to have everybody else as unsuccessful as you are.

What my mother believed about cooking is that if you worked hard and prospered, someone else would do it for you.

If you want to make your dreams come true, the first thing you have to do is wake up.

Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back--in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you.

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

Mathematics is a vast adventure in ideas; its history reflects some of the noblest thoughts of countless generations.

Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all.

A man who works beyond the surface of things, though he may be wrong himself, yet he clears the way for others and may make even his errors subservient to the cause of truth.

Believing where we cannot prove.

Whenever I get married I start buying

Never give in--never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.

The road to true love never did run smooth.

The solving of almost every crime mystery depends on something which seems, at the first glance, to bear no relation whatever to the original crime.

My father was often angry when I was most like him.

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

If you can walk you can dance, if you can talk you can sing.

The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.