The test of a civilized person is first self-awareness, and then depth after depth of sincerity in self-confrontation.

Information's pretty thin stuff unless mixed with experience.

The ant is knowing and wise, but he doesn't know enough to take a vacation.

Ants are good citizens: they place group interests first.

Age should not have its face lifted, but it should rather teach the world to admire wrinkles as the etchings of experience and the firm line of character.

Too many moralists begin with a dislike of reality.

You can't sweep other people off their feet, if you can't be swept off your own.

A moderate addiction to money may not always be hurtful; but when taken in excess it is nearly always bad for the health.

If your parents didn't have any children, there's a good chance that you won't have any.

As to modesty and decency, if we are simians we have done well, considering: but if we are something else-fallen angels-we have indeed fallen far.

The real world is not easy to live in. It is rough; it is slippery. Without the most clear-eyed adjustments we fall and get crushed. A man must stay sober; not always, but most of the time.

Yes, I am here. And you are lucky to be here too after all the absurd things you've done since you left home.

Nothing helps your partner keep his mind on Jesus more than having a sign of His love tanned on your primary erogenous zones.

You have to get lost to find your true self.

Things turn out best for those who make the best of the way things turn out.Things turn out best for those who make the best of the way things turn out.

I like to challenge myself and give myself a timeline. It pushes me to be more creative and actually do these things, not just dream about them.

Justice is itself the great standing policy of civil society; and any eminent departure from it, under any circumstances, lies under the suspicion of being no policy at all.

In Ethiopia, the problem is that you don't know who's who. You don't know who to trust. You don't have any freedom.

Morality is a burglar's tool whose merit lies in never being left behind at the scene of the crime.

Now people ask whether photography is art, but I think the question is of absolutely no interest.

I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. “Here.” I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.