Serendipity is looking in a haystack for a needle and discovering a farmer's daughter.

Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!” said Piglet, feeling him. Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time.

The idiot willingness to choose sides is what feeds the abattoir of history.

Tolerance never exists without negative judgment. It is the sentiment of having a negative opinion about something yet still putting up with it.

Maybe having to pretend to be in love with someone and then jump into bed with them breaks the ice very quickly friendship follows fast.

Historian - a broad-gauge gossip.

But man does not create...he discovers.

All our reasoning boils down to yielding to sentiment.

If I'm in Italy I'm going to have a cappuccino and two small brioches and then a mix of orange and grapefruit. I don't drink tea in Italy.

The first Monopoly game I played with my brothers, I hated losing so much, I just had to beat them.