Accuracy is twin brother to honesty, and inaccuracy to dishonesty.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.

No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

The thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.

Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.

Moonlight is sculpture.

We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.

In the depths of every heart there is a tomb and a dungeon, though the lights, the music, and the revelry above may cause us to forget their existence.

I don't know any sad songs. Except for the funny ones.

To see your friend's dreams come true, there's really nothing that can make you happier.

It was the sinner that Christ came to help.

In this world we must either institute conventional forms of expression or else pretend that we have nothing to express; the choice lies between a mask and a figleaf.

There will be no going back to the era before September the 11th, 2001 - to false comfort in a dangerous world.

As a colored woman I might enter Washington any night, stranger in a strange land, and walk miles without finding a place to lay my head

I knew my mother was right, but that didn't change the way I felt about things. People always think that if they can prove they're right, you'll change your mind.

Facebook is such a basic utility. It's something that is such a part of peoples' lives, I think it's hard to imagine it going away.

Another thing I liked about my Dad at church: he did his sleeping at home. He never used the church as an adult nursery.

Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.