"Oh!" said my aunt, "I was not aware at first to whom I had the pleasure of objecting."

Happiness is a gift and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man.

The most important thing in life is to stop saying 'I wish' and start saying 'I will.' Consider nothing impossible, then treat possibilities as probabilities.

Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.

No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else.

Do all the good you can and make as little fuss about it as possible.

A very little key will open a very heavy door.

The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.

Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many - not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

Laws ... would be useless on the moon.

Have you ever wondered which hurts more:Saying something and wishing you hadn't, or saying nothing and wishing you had?

I like pubs too, but it's hard for me to go and get proper bladdered in the way I used to. I don't want to moan about being recognised but I do get a bit of grief sometimes.

For me, there has never been one definition of beauty. I think we all have something to offer and when beauty shines from within, there can be no denying it

Young people live in a society in which every institution becomes an "inspection regime" - recording, watching, gathering information and storing data.

I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy.

Life resembles Gobelin tapestry; you do not see the canvass on the right side; but when you turn it, the threads are visible.

No time is ever wasted if you have a book along as a companion.

This idea of art for art's sake is a hoax.

Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.