Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T'wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine

Money and titles may be hereditary," she would say, "but brains are not,".

There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.

Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.

In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.

We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops

Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.

Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.

Odd's fish, m'dear! The man can't even tie his own cravat!

The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

If you needed some sort of sign, here it is. Get going! You can do it!

People wish to learn to swim and at the same time to keep one foot on the ground.

The fact is that not only do people get more wise and more conservative as they get older, they get more kind and more generous, too.

Sailing is necessary, living is not necessary.

Obama seems to want to do something to damage rich people.

It's not what you do. It's the way you do it-stripping, or writing, or talking . . . or just breathing. Do it with an air, and never admit you're scared.

I think of painting without subject matter as music without words.

Good dialogue illuminates what people are not saying

I could be whatever I wanted to be if I trusted that music, that song, that vibration of God that was inside of me.

Life is filled with meaning as soon as Jesus Christ enters into it.