We may seem great in an employment below our worth, but we very often look little in one that is too big for us.

Good advice is something a man gives when he is too old to set a bad example.

All women are flirts, but some are restrained by shyness, and others by sense.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

A work can become modern only if it is first postmodern. Postmodernism thus understood is not modernism at its end but in the nascent state, and this state is constant.

When we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, it is useless to seek it elsewhere.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

Nothing hinders a thing from being natural so much as the straining ourselves to make it seem so.

Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.

Most people know no other way of judging men's worth but by the vogue they are in, or the fortunes they have met with.

There are no accidents so unlucky from which clever people are not able to reap some advantage, and none so lucky that the foolish are not able to turn them to their own disadvantage.

I'm Jesus Christ, whether you want to accept it or not, I don't care.

I think I have more patience now than I did in the past.

Corn is the only food you hold like corn.

Nearly 180,000 illegal immigrants with criminal records, ordered deported from America, are tonight roaming free to threaten peaceful citizens.

I discovered in college that country music could be fun adding some swing to it.

You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.

Seventy-five percent of Americans don't even have passports. We don't even think about traveling beyond our borders.

I may be indigent in name, position, and in appearance, but in my own mind I am an unrivaled goddess -

You have to be the parent; you can't be their friend.

And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And magnificently we will fold into the mystic