The procrastinator is not only indolent and weak, but commonly, false, too; most of the weak are false.

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.

Every travel gives me new thought into life.

While we can't turn off the aging gene, we do go to a lot of extremes to stay young, I've noticed.

Music… is a memory bank for finding one’s way about the world.

Rectitude carried to excess hardens into stiffness; benevolence indulged beyond measure sinks into weakness.

Not one moment when I have not been conscious of being outside Paradise.

England was never my home. I had a home there but Dublin is my home so leaving Ireland was the hardest thing I had to do.

You can sum up this sport in two words: You never know.

I'm a hard act to follow, because when I'm done, I take the microphone with me.

I think I ran so hard and so fast, in a lot of ways, from my life and I kind of took a fall. It was like - what do they call it? - post-traumatic stress syndrome.

What doesn't feel okay to me, what feels a little bit out of balance, is when you want to turn yourself into something else - when you want to be another person.