Love wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.

Information is the mortar that both builds and destroys empires.

The worst enemy is one whose doctrines are founded in hate and are thus beyond debate.

Trust is won not given.

So many of man's actions appear to have no immediate consequence but, concealed, do their work until finally all catches up and forms a complex web of cause and effect.

To be desired by those who are themselves highly desirable is in itself an aphrodisiac.

It seems to me that women are freed from their responsibilities only when they are merry widows or eccentric old spinsters.

This may be the very nature of love, a passion as fickle as the sea, full of certainty when the object of desire is absent, yet dubious when confronted again with the lover's presence.

Believe, my child. Faith is the food of survival.

A man who denies his past is a man who truly denies himself a future, for he refuses to know himself, and to deny knowledge of oneself is to stumble through life as handicapped as the blind mute.

We cannot choose the times we live in. Just as, sometimes, we cannot choose whom we love.

Fifty years, " I hackneyed, "is a long time.""Not when you're looking back at them, " she said. "You wonder how they vanished so quickly.

Whole Foods has a good health care plan.

Life's short. Anything could happen, and it usually does, so there is no point in sitting around thinking about all the ifs, ands and buts.

Kids are dying from causes of sexual activity. You're not going to find a tombstone stating that Frankie died because he was a virgin.

Romanticism is not just a mode; it literally eats into every life. Women will never get rid of just waiting for the right man.

My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em, wish god I didnt have 'em, but thank god that he made 'em

My sister gained 80 pounds expecting her baby. Well, you get nervous, waiting for those adoption papers to clear.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

Luck, good or bad, is the invisible play of mind upon affairs, the effect of mental aptitudes and habits which are not in sight, but which work and bring forth their due issues.

I must try to hide my emotions. I have to live with both the victory and the defeat.