For me, the magazine was always the heart of what my life was all about, and the other half was living the life.
Give a boy a dog and you've furnished him a playmate.
The best verse hasn't been rhymed yet, The best house hasn't been planned, The highest peak hasn't been climbed yet, The mightiest rivers aren't spanned; Don't worry and fret, faint-hearted, The chances have just begun For the best jobs haven't been started, The best work hasn't been done.
Take courage, man, be brave and drive ahead, start where you stand.
Back of the beating hammer By which the steel is wrought, Back of the workshop's clamor The seeker may find the thought.
The future belongs to him that does and dares.
A preposition is a word You mustn't end a sentence with!
Happiness is a work of art. Handle with care.
I'm a Christian first, and a mean-spirited, bigoted conservative second, and don't you ever forget it. You know who else was kind of "divisive" in terms of challenging the status quo and the powers-that-be of his day? Jesus Christ.
Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.
It's really the story of a young woman, or two women, growing up in Naples in a poor neighborhood. The way that they get out of it - or don't get out of it - that's part of it. But it's also the story of the mid-20th century in Italy so it's really like a social, historical and personal novel. I think that even though I didn't live in Italy in those years, it did cover that same type of generational upbringing that someone like me might've had in America.