We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

Our first and last love is self-love.

The scope of an intellect is not to be measured with a tape-string, or a character deciphered from the shape or length of a nose.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.

The opinions of the misanthropical rest upon this very partial basis, that they adopt the bad faith of a few as evidence of the worthlessness of all.

The lively and mercurial are as open books, with the leaves turned down at the notable passages. Their souls sit at the windows of their eyes, seeing and to be seen.

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.

Oh that looked painful, " called another Puck, a little farther down. "We really need to talk about your anger-management problems.

I'm generally quite happy until someone tells me I'm not. I don't see how they know I'm not, but suddenly I feel less happy.

I was my own boss, but that all changed the day I got married.

Knowledge is promiscuous. It mates and gives birth to more knowledge.

During those formative times, I really didn't know what was going on, and I was sort of torn in a thousand different directions with how I felt about what I was doing.

I'm a much worse guest than I am a host, and I'm not an awfully good host either. I really like being alone.

Overacting is a self-indulgence, while underacting comes either through a lack of talent or a lack of courage.

By that time I was thinking a little about pro ball and hopeful that someone would draft me.

I don't really think about dance except just before rehearsals start. I put it off. I don't live my life thinking about dance

The sweetest cordial we receive at last, Is conscience of our virtuous actions past.