The Ladies of the Sacred Heart hung a thousand veils between their little charges and reality. Thérèse despised them for confounding virtue with ignorance.

She was surprised to find that something from deep down in herself welled into her eyes and burned her cheeks: a few poor tears shed by one who never cried!

You know, people ask me. They say 'Dan, three years later do you really want to be drawing cat whiskers on your face?' but they don't understand. The cat whiskers, they come from within.

His smile is too beautiful for this world, and I am dying of love.

If a man really knew himself he would utterly despise the ignorant notions others might form on a subject in which he had such matchless opportunities for observation.

Be patient with the negative people of the world. Take a moment to think how they are helping you clarify your own thinking and firming your own resolve. Then, headslap them out of your way.

Let your heart go out and abide in things. Let things return and abide in your heart.

Yet through delivery orators succeed, I feel that I am far behind indeed.

I don't think about what I can't do or what I shouldn't be doing. I just think there are endless possibilities musically, really.

I read all the speeches of the pope, his commentaries, and if the pope continues this way, I will go back to praying and go back to the church, and I'm not joking.

People are reading news for free on the web, that's got to change.

Mostly, the best way to be the next Mark Zuckerberg is to make difficult choices.