Wealth hath never given happiness, but often hastened misery.

Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure.

Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.

Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.

A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.

Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh.

Search out the wisdom of nature, there is depth in all her doings; she seemeth prodigal of power, yet her rules are the maxims of frugality.

To despond is to lie ungrateful beforehand. Be not looking for evil. Often thou drainest the gall of fear while evil is passing by thy dwelling.

A good book is the best of friends, the same today and forever.

Deep is the sea, and deep is hell, but pride mineth deeper; it is coiled as a poisonous worm about the foundations of the soul.

A nation that is built on war will forever have conflict.

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me.

Always in a moment of extreme danger things can be done which had previously been thought impossible.

To love is to live on the precipice.

The idea that I hear from the right wing in the last few decades, is that any sort of sacrifice is an affront to my liberty as an American to be a pig the way I want to.

The mind must have for ballast the clear conception of duty, if it is not to fluctuate between levity and despair.

What I hope is I'll eventually be seen as an actual individual, not as some abstraction - an art dealer running a museum.

Set the mind to work, and apply the thoughts vigorously to the business, for it holds in the struggles of the mind, as in those of war, that to think we shall conquer is to conquer.

I drink too much, way too much; my doctor drew blood he ran a tab!

It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.