He is a gentleman; I am a gentleman's daughter; so far we are equal.

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.

My heart is, and always will be, yours.

It isn't what we say or think that defines us, but what we do.

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.

The younger brother must help to pay for the pleasures of the elder.

Our scars make us know that our past was for real

None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.

What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps one in a continual state of inelegance.

Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised, or a little mistaken.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

You already know enough. So do I. It is not knowledge we lack. What is missing is the courage to understand what we know and to draw conclusions.

I’ve realized is that every time you get something cool for your birthday or for Christmas, within a week it’s being used against you. (We'll be taking this away until your English grade improves)

As my mother used to say: "Mimic a duck act calm and unruffled on the surface but paddle like crazy underneath."

Keeping religion immune from criticism is both unwarranted and dangerous.

When you have schools that are operating in the 20th century, and we're trying to prepare our children for the 21st century, even those children know they are not educated in the right way.

Some kids in Italy call me 'Mama Jazz; I thought that was so cute. As long as they don't call me 'Grandma Jazz.'

Hey, you've got the girl, I've got the picture. That's fair, right?

The problem of translation is to retreat to a simpler tenor of one's own style and creatively adjust this to one's author.

Help and you will abolish apathy-the void that is so quickly filled by ignorance and evil.

Everybody has some special road of thought along which they travel when they are alone to themselves. And his road of thought is what makes every man what he is.