I always have a sense of trembling, but so does a compass, after all.

Here was one place where I could find out who I was and what I was going to become. And that was the public library.

So much of what we read and write these days is disposable.

Dear Mrs. Black: On seven prior occasions this company has denied your claim in writing. We now deny it for the eighth and final time. You must be stupid, stupid stupid, stupid!

He that is not jealous is not in love.

Sin is more than an act or a series of acts; it is a man's make-up.

She is always married too soon, who gets a bad husband, and she is never married too late, who gets a good one.

Heed not Mephistopheles, my children, lest you suffer eternal damnation. When he whispers in your ear, turn away your head and hearken instead to the angel on your shoulder.

Starbucks trying to build a different kind of company around the balance of profitably and benevolence. A social conscience. And that isn't a program it has to be a way of life.

All the worth of some people lies in their name; upon a closer inspection it dwindles to nothing, but from a distance it deceives us.

I can do whatever it takes to win.

I must not mix champage, whiskey, and gin. (Repeated fifty times to fill column.)