Marriages we regard as the happiest are those in which each of the partners believes he or she got the best of it.

The time to relax is when you don't have time for it.

The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into windows.

Our dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time; what we really want is for things to remain the same but get better.

When I hear somebody sigh, 'Life is hard,' I am always tempted to ask, 'Compared to what?'

Happiness is a direction, not a place.

History repeats itself, but in such cunning disguise that we never detect the resemblance until the damage is done.

The three hardest tasks in the world are neither physical feats nor intellectual achievements, but moral acts: to return love for hate, to include the excluded, and to say, 'I was wrong'.

There's no point in burying a hatchet if you're going to put up a marker on the site.

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.

The two words 'information' and 'communication' are often used interchangeably, but they signify quite different things. Information is giving out; communication is getting through.

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.

We say the rarajipari is the game of life, Angel said. You never know how hard it will be. You never know when it will end. You can't control it. You can only adjust.

The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.

When cheated, wife or husband feels the same.

I'm 60 years of age. That's 16 Celsius.

You know what I hate, man? Guys that you know haven't seen the film: they just quote a bunch of statistical bullshit.

And I've been incredibly lucky to have a long career in journalism that has given me a front-row seat to some of the most important moments in modern American political life.

Learn to swim. It is a sport all the peasants can play.

At twenty-eight I'd had a handful of beaux, but had only been in love once, and that had been awful enough to make me doubt men and myself for a good long while.

The excess of the voluptuary, like the austerities of the recluse, triumphs in the suffrage of perverted reason.