If you accept your limitations you go beyond them.

Ah, bless you, Sister, may all your sons be bishops.

New York is my Lourdes, where I go for spiritual refreshment... a place where you're least likely to be bitten by a wild goat.

If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.

Once we accept our limits, we go beyond them.

Inspirations never go in for long engagements; they demand immediate marriage to action.