all government, whatever its forms or pretenses, is a dead weight that paralyzes the free spirit and activities of the masses.

The most violent element in society is ignorance.

People have only as much liberty as they have the intelligence to want and the courage to take.

Only when human sorrows are turned into a toy with glaring colors will baby people become interested - for a while at least. The people are a very fickle baby that must have new toys every day.

The demand for equal rights in every vocation of life is just and fair; but, after all, the most vital right is the right to love and be loved.

To the moralist prostitution does not consist so much in the fact that the woman sells her body, but rather that she sells it out of wedlock.

I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.

If voting changed anything, they'd make it illegal.

If love does not know how to give and take without restrictions, it is not love, but a transaction that never fails to lay stress on a plus and a minus.

There's never been a good government.

A revolution without dancing is not a revolution worth having.

One of the chief paradoxes of our culture [is] that the welfare of its children, its _future_, is placed almost exclusively in the hands of people of low status, a class it holds in contempt.

Self-abuse is an infringement on one’s own destiny caused by either ignorance about oneself or negligence of one’s purpose!

Happiness is euphoria of the mind

Refuse to give up, your mistakes don't define youThey don't dictate where you're headed, they remind you

I don't think I should tell you what to do, nor should the government. As long as you enjoy your own personal liberties and don't infringe on the liberties of others, I don't care.

She wanted, passionately and persistently, two things which she believed should subsist together in any well-ordered life: amusement and respectability.

I got into my usual obsessive writing frenzy, using all the material I'd worked on for so long and crafting it into a little novel [Bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries].

The talkative man speaks from his mouth, the eloquent man speaks from his heart.

Words at night were feral things.

Take the back roads instead of the highways.