Nobody wants to kiss when they are hungry.

Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence.

There is no weapon in the feminine armory to which men are so vulnerable as they are to a smile.

In a world where there is so much to be done, I felt strongly impressed that there must be something for me to do.

It is only the women whose eyes have been washed clear with tears who get the broad vision that makes them little sisters to all the world.

I have learned to live each day as it comes, and not to borrow trouble by dreading tomorrow. It is the dark menace of the future that makes cowards of us.

There isn't a single human being who hasn't plenty to cry over, and the trick is to make the laughs outweigh the tears.

The comfortable and comforting people are those who look upon the bright side of life; gathering its roses and sunshine and making the most that happens seem the best.

It is a queer thing, but imaginary troubles are harder to bear than actual ones.

The price of indulging yourself in your youth in the things you cannot afford is poverty and dependence in your old age.

Drying a widow's tears is one of the most dangerous occupations known to man.

Words of “unconditional love” defines as mothers love, respect your parents

When I began writing, it was a cosmic thing: Inspiration! Wham! Short spurts of time when I felt out of touch with reality, temporarily insane and the result: a song!

I never read gossip press. I just read books. And I never switch on the TV any more.

Dude,” I said, leaning over the desk, “I’m about as psychic as a carrot.

Statistics is the first of the inexact sciences.

Never forget is not something you say on a prescribed day; if it is real it is something you live the rest of your life

Safety concerns are reasonable. Banning refugees is certainly not.

For me, to celebrate the twelfth of October is the absolute expression of triumphism, occupation and presumptuousness, and I think that history will remember those that celebrate it.

There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back. About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world.

Every sensible man, every honorable man, must hold the Christian sect in horror.