Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes.

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.

Intellectual controversies tend to be like dog fights without the teeth, in which the barking not the biting does the damage.

He’s lost it. Our son is insane. Or on drugs. Or maybe not on enough drugs.

2010 has been awesome. I got to write on the David Hasselhoff Roast this summer, and that's always been a dream.

And I know now that all the time I was trying to get out of the dust, the fact is, what I am, I am because of the dust. And what I am is good enough. Even for me.

I'm a talker. I love a good debate.

There's a light at the end of the tunnel. And it's a train.

The beginner hugs his infant poem to him and does not want it to grow up. But you may have to break your poem to remake it.

The only difference between them and my girls is that my girls gave a man his money's worth.

The important thing is that we maintain plausible deniability.

Allowing yourself to be vulnerable is also one of the most attractive things you can do.