Common sense is not so common.

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

I wasn't anything special as a father. But I loved them and they knew it.

I mean, I look at my dad. He was twenty when he started having a family, and he was always the coolest dad. He did everything for his kids, and he never made us feel like he was pressured. I know that it must be a great feeling to be a guy like that.

It was less in pity than in anger that the world was moved by the photograph of little Alan Kurdi, that dead three-year-old Syrian refugee boy whose name we're all remembering now on the first anniversary of his drowning, along with his five-year-old brother Galip and their mother Rehanna.

Over and over I marvel at the blessings of my life: Each year has grown better than the last.

Success is how high you bounce when you hit bottom.

Be pleasant until ten o'clock in the morning and the rest of the day will take care of itself.

If you find it in your heart to care for somebody else, you will have succeeded.

Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'

I had a New Year's kiss once. But it was like, 'Let's start the year off together,' and then we wound up breaking up the night after!

Just because something doesn't do what you planned it to do doesn't mean it's useless.

In fair weather prepare for foul.

We want to take the energy surrounding the Sandy Hook anniversary that might otherwise be consumed by grief or anger - or this week in San Bernardino by fear - and channel some of that to honor our common humanity and love each other.

Next month, I will celebrate my 30th anniversary of marriage with my beautiful bride, Vicki. Our marriage has been a blessing. I have gained even more respect for the institution over the past 3 decades and will defend it against attack.

One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

New Year's Day. A fresh start. A new chapter in life waiting to be written. New questions to be asked, embraced, and loved. Answers to be discovered and then lived in this transformative year of delight and self-discovery. Today carve out a quiet interlude for yourself in which to dream, pen in hand. Only dreams give birth to change.

Word of mouth is the best medium of all.

I've been in love with the same woman for forty-one years. If my wife finds out, she'll kill me.

Do not let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do.

I am but an architectural composer.

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

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