In the midst of friends, home, and kind parents, she was alone.

Never lose a chance of saying a kind word.

Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

Some cynical Frenchman has said that there are two parties to a love-transaction: the one who loves and the other who condescends to be so treated.

If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relative to do the business.

Revenge may be wicked, but it’s natural.

A woman with fair opportunities, and without an absolute hump, may marry WHOM SHE LIKES.

The moral world has no particular objection to vice, but an insuperable repugnance to hearing vice called by its proper name.

Money has only a different value in the eyes of each.

She had not character enough to take to drinking, and moaned about, slip-shod and in curl-papers, all day.

In a word, in adversity she was the best of comforters, in good fortune the most troublesome of friends...

It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity.

Endeavor for greatness, venture for the sake of the heart.

The only thing worse than a known enemy is an unfriendly friend. You place your trust on him or her as a friend, not knowing that you are placing your trust on a secret enemy.

The first rule of an expedition is that everyone should stick together.

I find the whole time travel question very unsettling if you take it to its logical extension. I think it might eventually be possible, but then what happens?

It's very important in life to know when to shut up. You should not be afraid of silence.

Please stop putting quotes from Nietzsche at the end of your emails. Five years ago you were laughing your guts out over American Pie 2. What — suddenly you’ve magically turned into Noam Chomsky?

First, separate ground, sea and air warfare is gone forever. If ever again we should be involved in war, we will fight it in all elements, with all services, as one single concentrated effort.

Dance is like life. It exists as you are flitting through it, and when it's over, it's done.

Mistreating your drum set is just one step below child abuse