Dare to think for yourself.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

If you want to know who controls you, look at who you are not allowed to criticize.

It is dangerous to be right in matters where established men are wrong.

The mirror is a worthless invention. The only way to truly see yourself is in the reflection of someone else's eyes.

Give me the patience for the small things of life, courage for the great trials of life. Help me to do my best each day and then go to sleep knowing God is awake.

Many are destined to reason wrongly; others, not to reason at all; and others, to persecute those who do reason.

Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.

The most important decision you make is to be in a good mood.

Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers.

The more often a stupidity is repeated, the more it gets the appearance of wisdom.

What is the likelihood, of winning the lottery, then lose it all the next day when you step out your front door and get struck by lightning? Probably, very slim, but then anything is possible.

Homemaking is surely in reality the most important work in the world.

Paris is my favorite place in the world. I've never been there, at all... But I wanna live there, even though I've never been.

The trick is not how much pain you feel - but how much joy you feel

I think you should learn about writing from everybody who has ever written that has anything to teach you

This field is so spacious that it were easy for a man to lose himself in it; and if I should spend all my pilgrimage in this walk, my time would sooner end than my way.

I do need to be told when I'm going wrong. No one's acting can be an exact, 100 percent science.

Conscience gets expensive, doesn't it?

But poverty, with most who whimper forth Their long complaints, is self-inflicted woe; The effect of laziness, or sottish write.

Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief