Heaven grant us patience with a man in love.

Beware of overconcern for money, or position, or glory. Someday you will meet a man who cares for none of these things. Then you will know how poor you are.

I keep six honest serving men (they taught me all i knew); Theirs names are What and Why and When And How And Where and Who.

A man can never have too much red wine, too many books, or too much ammunition

Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.

This is a brief life, but in its brevity it offers us some splendid moments, some meaningful adventures.

If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. The world will be yours and everything in it, what's more, you'll be a man, my son.

I am by nature a dealer in words, and words are the most powerful drug known to humanity.

The silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.

There is no sin so great as ignorance. Remember this.

Never look backwards or you'll fall down the stairs.

Sport is one area where no participant is worried about another's race religion or wealth: and where the only concern is 'Have you come to play?'

Jessica Alba. I have the biggest crush on her, I can't even tell you. I met her in Vancouver when she was filming 'Good Luck Chuck.

Destiny has a constant passion for the incongruous.

Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it's those hours that make us what we are.

Quiet people keep thier secrets to themselves. That's what makes them interesting...and usually worth the wait.

This camp is a forge for the army; it's testing our mettle. Instead of heat and hammer, our trials are cold and hunger. Question is, what are we made of?

Remember,' she'd tell her staff, 'every customer wants to feel like a princess, and princesses are selfish and overbearing.

The MTV Video Awards were never about the video, but about the song. Most of the time it was just to glorify people for the wrong reason.

What are you doing here?" she asked. "You forgot something when you left Halstead Hall," he said hoarsely. "What?" Her heart lept into her throat as he strode purposefully toward her. "Me.

The only reality of the theater exists in the mind of the audience. That audience looks collectively at what is going on on the stage and collectively imagines that this is real.