If a man begins to read in the middle of a book, and feels an inclination to go on, let him not quit it to go to the beginning. He may perhaps not feel again the inclination.

Cucumber should be well sliced, dressed with pepper and vinegar, and then thrown out.

The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.

Curiosity is one of the most permanent and certain characteristics of a vigorous intellect.

Kindness is in our power, even when fondness is not.

When a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.

Classical quotation is the parole of literary men all over the world.

A man who uses a great many words to express his meaning is like a bad marksman who, instead of aiming a single stone at an object, takes up a handful and throws at it in hopes he may hit.

There are minds so impatient of inferiority that their gratitude is a species of revenge, and they return benefits, not because recompense is a pleasure, but because obligation is a pain.

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.

He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life in fruitless efforts.

I'm not a girl that will lay in diamonds but I will run through the flowers of the seeds we plant together.

No weight in her pockets and far too much heaviness in her heart.

I've grown up with kids watching me and as they're growing up, I'm growing up.

If you speak of beauty, you are at once suspected of...kitsch.

It is a well-known experience that the only truly enjoyable and profitable way of studying mathematics is the method of "filling in details" by one's own efforts.

This "human thing" is the permanent process of seeking the sacred through revealing what is hidden. It is an ever ongoing and indefinite process of understanding and interpretation.

There are laws of nature - of course there are - even if they don't exist in some sort of bizarre Platonic Heaven.

She smiled. “Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.

There IS more criticism of puritanism, and more distance from Christian morality, than there has been before.

We are not perfect. None of us is. I apologize for that flaw. I thank the governor for giving me a job with a driver.