To which hand do I choose to strike with when both hands are guided by the same heart?

Know who you are, and be it. Know what you want, and go out and get it!

Don't bite off more than you can chew because nobody looks attractive spitting it back out.

The moment you stop trying to become a better person, is the moment you start to become worse than what you already are.

The only thing standing between you and your dreams is ... reluctance.

Nothing is as it seems, but something is everything it is made out to be.

I strive for perfection - I settle for satisfaction

Believe in the wonderment of life, the magic of love, and the reality of death.

A sin is nothing more than regret. Not for doing it once, but doing it again when you know you’re going to regret it.

Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional.

This isn't your world. It's your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.

The greatest discovery of any generation is that a human can alter his life by altering his attitude.

There was a little girl And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead When she was good she was very very good When she was bad she was horrid.

I started modeling at 28. I'm 5-feet-7 1/2, and I never went on a diet. I followed what my doctor told me: 'It's good to have a little bit of fat. Your weight is fine. Don't go any lighter.'

See the valentine I made for Linus? On the inside, I wrote, To my sweet babboo." "He says he's not your sweet babboo." "What does he know?

How vivid is the suffering of the few when the people are few and how the suffering of nameless millions in two world wars is blurred over by numbers.

You need a plan for everything, whether it's building a cathedral or a chicken coop. Without a plan, you'll postpone living until you're dead.

I like giving people something they don't want to miss the next time. It's a show with little twists and turns and curves. It has me being silly and stupid and compassionate and completely deep.

You are not Dostoevsky,' said the woman... 'You never can tell...' he answered. 'Dostoevsky is dead,' the woman said, a bit uncertainly. 'I protest!' he said with heat, 'Dostoevsky is immortal!

I have to travel a lot, but relaxation to me is when I am at home.

All language is a longing for home.