One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I'll never know.

I recently took up ice sculpting. Last night I made an ice cube. This morning I made 12, I was prolific.

Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spent the rest of the day putting the pieces together.

I have a great deal of company in the house, especially in the morning when nobody calls.

In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to society.

And this President wakes up every morning, looks out across America and is proud to announce, 'It could be worse.' It could be worse? Is that what it means to be an American? It could be worse? Of course not. What defines us as Americans is our unwavering conviction that we know it must be better.

Just in terms of allocation of time resources, religion is not very efficient. There's a lot more I could be doing on a Sunday morning.

A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.