The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
An extra yawn one morning in the springtime, an extra snooze one night in the autumn is all that we ask in return for dazzling gifts. We borrow an hour one night in April; we pay it back with golden interest five months later.
Once a pumpkin, always a pumpkin.
I don’t see how a pumpkin patch could be more sincere than this one. (“It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown”)