I have often admired the mystical way of Pythagoras, and the secret magick of numbers.

It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million faces, there should be none alike.

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.

Rough diamonds may sometimes be mistaken for worthless pebbles.

Light is the shadow of God.

What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read may read our natures.

All the wonders you seek are within yourself.

There is musick, even in the beauty and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.

Think it more satisfactory to live richly than die rich.

We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.

There is something divine in mindless beauty, and Mersault was particularly responsive to it.

Speaking English well could open a window of personal and professional opportunities but having great knowledge of business English can give you the edge in becoming indispensable.

I went to the little window and inhaled the country air. One could hear the breathing of the night, feminine, enormous.("The Blue Bouquet")

Nations are less disposed to make revolutions in proportion as personal property is augmented and distributed among them, and as the number of those possessing it is increased.

We know we're coming full circle with God when we stand at a very similar crossroad where we made such a mess of life before, but this time we take a different road.

The basis of effective government is public confidence, and that confidence is endangered when ethical standards falter or appear to falter.

Melancholy Is not, as you conceive, indisposition Of body, but the mind's disease.

Hollywood large is so different than real-life large.

Humility is the most difficult of all virtues to achieve; nothing dies harder than the desire to think well of self.

I picked up the writing on the very day he died. It was the only consolation I could find.