I am living proof that the American dream still exists. It is still alive and well. There is only one trick you have to be willing to roll up your sleeves and work very very hard.

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves spits on its hands and goes to work.

Hard work spotlights the character of people: some turn up their sleeves some turn up their noses and some don't turn up at all.

Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves but it's there if you look deep.

I always think about which blood drive was going on in Georgia that day when that husband or mom or school teacher rolled up their sleeve and actually gave me a second chance at life. It's the ultimate gift of life and I'm the one who was on the other end.

When the honour is given to that scientist personally the happiness is sweet indeed. Science is on the whole an informal activity a life of shirt sleeves and coffee served in beakers.

To say yes you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It is easy to say no even if saying no means death.

My Dad was so open creatively that I was off in search of black turtleneck bathing suits with long sleeves.

Now I'm way into suits that I can put on whether I took a shower or not and wear barefoot and paint my toes black or whatever color the suit is. It's very cool to wear suits like that. Roll up the sleeves and just say yee-haw.

To wear your heart on your sleeve isn't a very good plan you should wear it inside where it functions best.