Even from the point of view of coquetry, pure and simple, " he had told her, "can't you see how much of your attraction you throw away when you stoop to lying?

... Error, by force of contrast, enhances the triumph of Truth...

When one feels oneself smitten by love for a woman, one ought to say to oneself, “What are her surroundings? What has been her life? All one’s future happiness lies in the answer.

... there was no need for him to hasten towards the attainment of a happiness already captured and held in a safe place, which would not escape his grasp again.

... the idea that 'Life' contains situations more interesting and more romantic than all the romances ever written.

Why did you not forget your heart also? I should never have let you have that back." ...

... the courage of one's opinions is always a form of calculating cowardice in the eyes of the 'other side'...

... rejoicing in a peace which brings only an increase of anxiety, ...

She [Mme des Laumes] belonged to that half of the human race in whom the curiosity the other half feels about the people it does not know is replaced by an interest in the people it does.

One felt that in her renunciation of life she had deliberately abandoned those places in which she might at least have been able to see the man she loved, for others where he had never trod.

Presently, one after another, like shyly hopping sparrows, her friends arrived, black against the snow.

To feel pure joy, sell your pride and be loving and kind.

Success will locate and visit you even if you are static wherever you are... But remember you are responsible for constructing the roads... Go, make the roads!

One day I had nothing but my childhood to defend myself……….

When my wrestlers got their hands raised, I jumped for joy.

A man's character never changes radically from youth to old age. What happens is that circumstances bring out characteristics which have not been obvious to the superficial observer.

Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.

I am so grateful for after-school snack time, when I light a candle, pour some tea, slice some apples, and get to listen in on my kids' highs and lows of the day.

From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.

What's hard, in hacking as in fiction, is not writing, it's deciding what to write.

When I'm dead I don't want a funeral. I want people to remember me alive.