When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.

Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.

The resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far advanced as to make avoidance impossible.

That aspects are within us; and who seems Most kingly is the King.

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!

A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly.

You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!

Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.

The perfect woman, you see [is] a working-woman; not an idler; not a fine lady; but one who [uses] her hands and her head and her heart for the good of others.

Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

Do not encumber your mind with useless thoughts. What good does it do to brood on the past or anticipate the future? Remain in the simplicity of the present moment.

This new baseball is like a golf ball. I think there are going to be a lot more dents put in the wall at Fenway Park this year.

What beastly incidents our memories insist on cherishing, the ugly, and the disgusting; the beautiful things we have to keep diaries to remember.

Bad men do what good men only dream.

I said it was a mistake. It wasn't the best choice. But all my emails have been turned over to the public.

You have to do the work. You have to make the opportunity. It doesn’t find you, you find it.

I think there's always been singers like that and i've done my fair share of cheese as well.

its hard to talk when you want to kill yourself

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.