It is through madness that we hate an enemy, and think of revenging ourselves; and it is through indolence that we are appeased, and do not revenge ourselves.

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

No road is to long for him who advances slowly and does not hurry and no attainment is beyond his reach who equips himself with patience to achieve it

Generosity lies less in giving much than in giving at the right moment.

The spendthrift robs his heirs the miser robs himself.

A vain man finds it wise to speak good or ill of himself; a modest man does not talk of himself.

Courtly manners are contagious; they are caught at Versailles.

We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect.

A prince wants only the pleasure of private life to complete his happiness.

There is as much trickery required to grow rich by a stupid book as there is folly in buying it.

Out of difficulties grow miracles.

Men work together, ' I told him from the heart, 'Whether they work together or apart.

Any connection with nature and most connections with technology are lost. There's a belief that nature is irrelevant and that anything can be solved using the current methods--now technology

If we want to find happiness, let's stop thinking about gratitude or ingratitude and give for the inner joy of giving.

Don't take up a man's time talking about the smartness of your children; he wants to talk to you about the smartness of his children.

My idea of 'roughing it' is when you have to have an extension for your electric blanket.

Truth is congenial to man. Moral truth is then most consummate when, like beauty, it commends itself without argument. The righteous not only does right, but loves to do right.

I've met a lot of rock stars when they come to The Simpsons, and almost every one of them I get really freaked out.

Life is much the same when it's going well-- resonant and unremarkable. But who, not under disaster's seal, can understand what life is like when it begins to crumble?

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.

We have been sitting here all night bullshitting and we still don’t know what to do.