New opinions are always suspected, and usually opposed, without any other reason but because they are not already common.

What worries you, masters you.

Our incomes are like our shoes; if too small, they gall and pinch us; but if too large, they cause us to stumble and to trip.

The most precious of all possessions is power over ourselves.

Reading furnishes the mind only with materials of knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours.

Wherever Law ends, Tyranny begins.

Education begins the gentleman, but reading, good company, and reflection must finish him.

There is frequently more to be learned from the unexpected questions of a child than the discourses of men.

The end of law is not to abolish or restrain, but to preserve and enlarge freedom. For in all the states of created beings capable of law, where there is no law, there is no freedom.

I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thoughts.

Revolt is the right of the people

Greatness is bought with time and so is financial prosperity.

Fix was starting to see that this was the way life worked once you got older and the kids came

L shot Maki a disappointed look. But soon he forgot everything when Misa Amane appeared onstage. Enraptured he began to cheer with the girls in black lace and frilly skirts.

You can't build anything with a flimsy foundation. Friendship is the foundation.

Surely it is the right wish that draws us to the right place. Nothing of importance happens accidentally in our life.

Different people, in good faith, can look at the same fact and interpret it differently. But thats where an interesting conversation begins.

I find that the creative side of my brain and the archival side of my brain don't work well together. When I've done my best work, I've been in a trance-like state.

The Japanese have a word for it. It's Judo - the art of conquering by yielding. The Western equivalent of Judo is, "Yes dear".

I dont hate L.A. There's a very beautiful side to it; it's scenic, and I can go horse riding.

… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn’t quite managed.