Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

In the morning a man walks with his whole body in the evening only with his legs.

Prayer is the key of the morning and the bolt of the evening.

There are three reasons for becoming a writer: the first is that you need the money the second that you have something to say that you think the world should know the third is that you can't think what to do with the long winter evenings.

I remember my mom had a big collection of copies of Saturday Evening Post magazines and that was really my introduction to those great illustrators.

Sometimes I've been to a party where no one spoke to me for a whole evening. The men frightened by their wives or sweeties would give me a wide berth. And the ladies would gang up in a corner to discuss my dangerous character.

I remember driving home one evening while they were reviewing the papers on the radio. One of the articles was about me separating from my wife. It's a weird thing to listen to a news report about the break-up of your marriage.

What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

One thing changes every evening: It's the audience and I'm working my magic. I'm always learning from it.

Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

I look back into past history the stored experiences or products of the imagination. I look no further forward than the evening.

Before I do a play I say that I hope it's going to be for as short a time as possible but once you do it it is a paradoxical pleasure. One evening out of two there are five minutes of a miracle and for those five minutes you want to do it again and again. It's like a drug.

With the theatre your whole day is geared towards the evening's show and that's the job. People usually go to work about 9 and come home around 5 or maybe 7.

Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner by the fireside with your slippers on your feet?

It was one of the most exciting perfect evenings of my life my solo debut at Carnegie Hall. And knowing we were all there to raise money for Gay Men's Health Crisis made the evening an extraordinary experience.

Friendship is the shadow of the evening which increases with the setting sun of life.