When one has a famishing thirst for happiness, one is apt to gulp down diversions wherever they are offered.

All the higher forms of life have evolved from some one's ideal of justice, liberty or beauty; and the belief that nothing is too good to be true.

It ain't no use putting up your umbrella till it rains.

Solitude, if rightly used, becomes not only a privilege but a necessity. Only a superficial soul fears to fraternize with itself.

It is not what we have but what we do with what we have that constitutes the value of life.

What can people not accomplish if they will but master the secret of steadfast perseverance.

there ain't no use in dyin' 'fore yer time. Lots of folks is walkin' 'round jes' as dead as they'll ever be.

The fascinating thing about ideals is that no sooner have we gained a desired peak than we find farther and higher peaks beyond. The thrilling adventure never ends.

Half of our sorrows come from setting exalted standards for people and then breaking our hearts when they fail to live up to them.

Joy is at its keenest when contrasted with sorrow, courage at its height when it follows fear, faith at its noblest when it grows from doubt.

Mrs. Wiggs was a philosopher, and the sum and substance of her philosophy lay in keeping the dust off her rose-colored spectacles.

Change begins with ourselves.

I want to dip my foot in some acting. And most definitely want to mentor upcoming artists and give them the wisdom that was given to me.

[T]he appropriate form of address between man and man ought to be, not monsieur, sir, but fellow sufferer, compagnon de miseres.

I never met a politician who didn't want to be a guitar player in a rock band. I've got the opportunity to say what I believe in.

If your words're true, they're armed.

I know that if I'd had to go and take an exam for acting, I wouldn't have got anywhere. You don't take exams for acting, you take your courage.

Who gives is positive; who receives is negative; still there remains an immense class of mere passives.

Thank you for loving me For being my eyes When I couldn't see For parting my lips When I couldn?t breathe Thank you for loving me

The moment a man sets his thoughts down on paper, however secretly, he is in a sense writing for publication.

Such physical matters were nice, yet, to him, intelligence and passion born of living, the ability to move and be moved by subtleties of the mind and spirit, were what really counted.