Constant companionship is not enjoyable, any more than constant eating. We sit too long at the table of friendship, when we outsit our appetites for each other's thoughts.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

Our first and last love is self-love.

The scope of an intellect is not to be measured with a tape-string, or a character deciphered from the shape or length of a nose.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.

The opinions of the misanthropical rest upon this very partial basis, that they adopt the bad faith of a few as evidence of the worthlessness of all.

The lively and mercurial are as open books, with the leaves turned down at the notable passages. Their souls sit at the windows of their eyes, seeing and to be seen.

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.

Don't fear opening a Gift God gives you simply because the packaging isn't 't what you expected..we can't know what's in a gift given until it's unwrapped

I just am who I am. And then when people label me eccentric or different, Im kind of astonished because I think, This is completely normal. This is just how I am, its how Ive always been.

Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it.

If you think a caregiver has an active substance abuse problem, that person should never be entrusted with your child.

Everything starts with a story.

It's not about rugby, it's about young men. It's not about building a championship team, it's about building championship boys. Boys who will be forever strong.

I have not been recognized.

John Major is what he is: a man from nowhere, going nowhere, heading for a well-merited obscurity as fast as his mediocre talents can carry him.

The wind is not helpless for any man's need, Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed.