A diary need not be a dreary chronicle of one's movements; it should aim rather at giving salient account of some particular episode, a walk, a book, a conversation.

Sometimes I pose, but sometimes I pose as posing.

Pride is concerned with who is right. Humility is concerned with what is right.

With pride, there are many curses. With humility, there come many blessings.

The greatest test of life is obedience to God.

The more we express our gratitude to God for our blessings, the more he will bring to our mind other blessings. The more we are aware of to be grateful for, the happier we become.

Very often a change of self is needed more than a change of scene.

I am called a gold digger all the time. I don't care. There is nothing you can do about what other people say.

I love jeans, T-shirts, boots, and tennis shoes.

There's something called the physiology of forgiveness. Being unable to forgive other people's faults is harmful to one's health.

A lot of sequins for New Year's! Red, green, white - I fail at all of that because I'm always in black. But for Christmas, I do love wearing cute dresses with tights and a pair of boots.

Success does not start at the top it begins by deciding to get up from the bottom.

I got my heart checked, report says it's perfectly normal, there is no trace of love in it

You must accept that you might fail then if you do your best and still don't win at least you can be satisfied that you've tried.

It's hot as hell as can be.

From this day forward, I no longer shall tinker with the machinery of death. ... I fell morally and intellectually obligated simply to concede that the death penalty experiment has failed.

If there is a defining characteristic of a man as opposed to a boy, maybe it's patience.

With Dior Haute Couture, the dream is already there.

Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts. [Lat., Candida pax homines, trux decet ira feras.]

Unfortunately, the client that exists today is still pretty much the prototype design.

England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?