What we gain by experience is not worth that we lose in illusion

True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.

An angry woman is vindictive beyond measure, and hesitates at nothing in her bitterness.

Every generous illusion of youth leaves a wrinkle as it departs. Experience is the successive disenchanting of the things of life; it is reason enriched with the heart's spoils.

Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it.

Envy, like flame, blackens that which is above it, and which it cannot reach.

It requires less character to discover the faults of others, than to tolerate them.

Do you know a young and beautiful woman who is not ready to flirt-just a little?

Loud indignation against vice often stands for virtue in the eyes of bigots.

Many fortunes, like rivers, have a pure source, but grow muddy as they grow large.

The happiness of the tender heart is increased by what it can take away from the wretchedness of others.

Money is really worth no more than as it can be used to accomplish the Lord's work. Life is worth as much as it is spent for the Lord's service.

Everything, as Peyman said, may be a fiction – but the Future is the biggest shaggy-dog story of all.

I want to emphasize the fact that the independence of Kosovo should and will be recognized.

The American people need to know the truth. The American people need to see the truth. In a democracy, letting the people know the truth is the essence of what it means to be free.

That thing in you that you think is a demon is actually a bodyguard that's run amok

I don't plan to return. I have a lot of unresolved things to do.

Our trials are supposed to turn us toward God, but we whine and complain and wish someone would turn down the fire so we could have our old life back the way it was.

You always think "woulda, coulda, shoulda." I wish that I had prosecuted Tot Mom, I wish I'd prosecuted OJ, and I wish I had prosecuted the JonBenet Ramsey case.

Retire? Not on your life. I have no plans to stop singing. What are you going to do when you love music? It's a terrible disease. You can't stop. Of course, I'd like to get off the road.

What is the value of interactions that contain no understanding of us and that contribute nothing to a shared store of human meaning?