A wise skepticism is the first attribute of a good critic.

Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.

Fate loves the fearless.

The devil loves nothing better than the intolerance of reformers.

All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.

Light is the symbol of truth.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof.

The brain can be easy to buy, but the heart never comes to market.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love.

Genuine polemics approach a book as lovingly as a cannibal spices a baby.

I was the girl of the chain letter, the girl full of talk of coffins and keyholes, the one of the telephone bills, the wrinkled photo and the lost connections.

My sons last summer, they won a trophy from their surfing camp and they came home and went right over to the shelf and put it up next to my Oscar. That's where we put our trophies.

There are no happy endings.

No one hath seen beauty in its highest lustre who hath never seen it in distress.

I like to remind myself, as a parent, that God holds me responsible to, not for, my children!

Judging by the pollution content of the atmosphere, I believe we have arrived at the late twentieth century.

First you get the sugar, then you get the power, then you get the women.

The subjunctive mood is in its death throes, and the best thing to do is to put it out of its misery as soon as possible.