...the sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them, while the sorrows we brought on ourselves, through folly or wickedness, were by far the hardest to bear.

We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.

You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.

I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.

Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!

I love them, they are so nice and selfish. Dogs are TOO good and unselfish. They make me feel uncomfortable. But cats are gloriously human.

That's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.

People told her she hadn't changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised and a little disappointed she hadn't.

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation.

Many, many times I find that whatever is looking good on the screen doesn't always look or feel good on the body. So who do we design for - do we design for the screen, or do we design for women?

In the Year 2000 due to the declining number of champions in the world, Wheaties will change its slogan to 'Breakfast of Sexual Deviants.

I've been writing poems and stories since I was about 13.

He does have that weird mixture of born again Christian and stupid that some people mistake for courage and focus.

Do what you do for the sheer joy of it, Do what you choose,not what someone else chooses for you.

An individual man is a fruit which it cost all the foregoing ages to form and ripen. He is strong, not to do, but to live; not in his arms, but in his heart; not as an agent, but as a fact.

Now, now my good man, this is no time to be making enemies." (Voltaire on his deathbed in response to a priest asking him that he renounce Satan.)

Never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.