Shun idleness. It is a rust that attaches itself to the most brilliant metals.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

If you want to know who controls you, look at who you are not allowed to criticize.

It is dangerous to be right in matters where established men are wrong.

The mirror is a worthless invention. The only way to truly see yourself is in the reflection of someone else's eyes.

Give me the patience for the small things of life, courage for the great trials of life. Help me to do my best each day and then go to sleep knowing God is awake.

Many are destined to reason wrongly; others, not to reason at all; and others, to persecute those who do reason.

Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.

The most important decision you make is to be in a good mood.

Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers.

The more often a stupidity is repeated, the more it gets the appearance of wisdom.

I got a new job.” Patch locked eyes with me, and I warmed in a lot of places. In fact, I was dangerously close to feverish.

Pain and fear and hunger are effects of causes which can be foreseen and known: but sorrow is a debt which someone else makes for us.

If falling in love is anything like learning how to spell, I don't want to do it. It takes too long.

It is the spirit of the quest which helps

A guy comes home from college to find his mother sleeping with his uncle, and there's a ghost running around. Write it good, it's Hamlet; write it bad, it's Gilligan's Island.

Little do ye know your own blessedness; for to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.

The purpose of our practice is just to be yourself.

You always exaggerate things in a movie. If it makes a good visual and it excites the kids that's good.

Hunger is a powerful persuader if it happens, and it's conceivable that it could happen. Country people have always known this.

It is not the passion of a mind struggling with misfortune, or the hopelessness of its desires, but of a mind preying on itself, and disgusted with, or indifferent to all other things.