Misers mistake gold for their good; whereas 'tis only a means of attaining it.

Good advice is something a man gives when he is too old to set a bad example.

All women are flirts, but some are restrained by shyness, and others by sense.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

A work can become modern only if it is first postmodern. Postmodernism thus understood is not modernism at its end but in the nascent state, and this state is constant.

When we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, it is useless to seek it elsewhere.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

Nothing hinders a thing from being natural so much as the straining ourselves to make it seem so.

Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.

Most people know no other way of judging men's worth but by the vogue they are in, or the fortunes they have met with.

There are no accidents so unlucky from which clever people are not able to reap some advantage, and none so lucky that the foolish are not able to turn them to their own disadvantage.

If there is one thing I dislike, it is the man who tries to air his grievances when I wish to air mine.

When we move toward rejected emotions and surround them with loving attention, they quickly break into manageable bits until they are gone.

It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.

It belongs to the self-respect of intellect to pursue every tangle of thought to its final unravelment.

You can bear your own faults, and why not a fault in your wife?

Every child had a pretty good shot, to get at least as far as their old man got. But something happened on the way to that place. They threw an American flag in our face.

I get to wake up and do what I love every day and I don't take that for granted. I feel grateful for it every day.

I personally don't like school, but you have to do it if you want to get through life, so pretty much I put up with it.

Too many people spouting too many words, and in the end those words will turn to bullets and stones.

The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself