Superstition always inspires littleness, religion grandeur of mind; the superstitious raises beings inferior to himself to deities.

Neatness begets order; but from order to taste there is the same difference as from taste to genius, or from love to friendship.

You may depend upon it that he is a good man whose intimate friends are all good, and whose enemies are decidedly bad.

The craftiest trickery are too short and ragged a cloak to cover a bad heart.

What knowledge is there of which man is capable that is not founded on the exterior,--the relation that exists between visible and invisible, the perceptible and the imperceptible?

You can depend on no man, on no friend, but him who can depend on himself.

Trust him not with your secrets, who, when left alone in your room, turns over your papers.

Who makes quick use of the moment is a genius of prudence.

Him, who incessantly laughs in the street, you may commonly hear grumbling in his closet.

Be certain that he who has betrayed thee once will betray thee again.

Sensibility is the power of woman.

Truth be the knowledge of love.

Knowledge has a great power. Therefore, unethical use of knowledge can be extremely harmful.

Full bellies breed gentle manners. The pinch of famine makes monsters.

[On her mother, who died when Hutton was 4:] I hardly remember her, but I have missed her all my life.

We must recall the most important of humanity guidelines: Be polite. Being polite is possibly the greatest daily contribution everyone can make to life on Earth.

Important families are like potatoes. The best parts are underground.

The statistical probability that organic structures and the most precisely harmonized reactions that typify living organisms would be generated by accident, is zero.

I can only think of one wacky best friend who I thought was awesome: Rhys Ifans in 'Notting Hill.' He really nailed the wacky best friend.

I knew I would always want to go on living with myself, however hollow I became, however diseased.

Miracles and magic pervade the things that I've written, but yet there are no miracles and there is no magic.