We can be wise from goodness and good from wisdom.

None are so inconsiderate as those who demand nothing of life other than their own personal comfort.

Misanthropy is a suit of armor lined with thorns.

Many think they have a kind heart who have only weak nerves.

An intelligent woman has millions of born enemies... all the stupid men.

We are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don't care for.

Calmness is the graceful form of Confidence.

Exceptions are not always the proof of the old rule; they can also be the harbinger of a new one.

Nothing is so often and so irrevocably missed as the opportunity which crops up daily.

There are very few honest friends--the demand is not particularly great.

Pain is the great teacher of mankind. Beneath its breath souls develop.

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

One who is to be pardoned should not be harassed.

It may be that the life I desire for her no longer even exists, yet I know what she does not. That there is nothing to lose.

Tens of millions of people have iPods, whereas eight years ago, they didn't know they were missing them.

I had no ambition to become an actor at all.

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.

Our Christian witness is authentic when it is faithful and unconditional.

Does a name stick because it suits a man or does the man, unconsciously, evolve into his name?

Bill Knott's poems are . . . rhetorical fluff . . . and fake.

I don't usually set personal goals.