A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

I may climb perhaps to no great heights, but I will climb alone.

Prometheus heretofore went up to Heaven, and stole fire from thence. Have not I as much Boldness as he?

My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.

A large nose is the mark of a witty, courteous, affable, generous and liberal man.

Perish the universe, provided I have my revenge!

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

This veridic nose arrives everywhere a quarter of an hour before its master. Ten shoemakers, good round fat ones too, go and sit down to work under it out of the rain.

A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.

Well - when I write my book, and tell the tale Of my adventures - all these little stars That shake out of my cloak - I must save those To use for asterisks.

After a while the press of business in the province put an end to our philosophizing, and I returned with increased determination to my plans to fly to the Moon.

Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.

The perfect weather of Indian Summer lengthened and lingered, warm sunny days were followed by brisk nights with Halloween a presentiment in the air.

Etiquette means behaving yourself a little better than is absolutely essential.

It's so difficult. Sometimes if I have dessert, I think, 'Well, I blew it.' That's something I need to work on and control. But still there's nothing like a buffet.

All along, my mantra was: Don't write unless it contributes to the emotion, and do anything you do in service of the emotion only.

Focus Not on Having Less or Having More, But on Wanting What You Have.

I am neither virgin nor priest enough to play with the inner life.

The simple man, baby, pays for the thrills, the bills, and the pills that kill.

The worst nightmare would be not to achieve what I know I'm capable of.

I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.