Hope and patience are two sovereign remedies for all, the surest reposals, the softest cushions to lean on in adversity.

Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.

Our mental limitations prevent us from accepting our mental limitations.

Certainty and similar states of ‘knowing what we know’ arise out of involuntary brain mechanisms that, like love or anger, function independently of reason.

Out of too much learning become mad.

Ignorance is the Mother of Devotion.

One was never married, and that's his hell; another is, and that's his plague.

Diseases crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, rivel them up like old apples, make them as so many Anatomies.

He is only fantastical that is not in fashion.

Naught so sweet as melancholy.

It is most true, stylus virum arguit, - our style betrays us.

My grandfather says that's what books are for, " Ashoke said, using the opportunity to open the volume in his hands. "To travel without moving an inch.

For the music to be over so soon. For the music to be over when it had just begun. That was really sad.

There is an awkward silence that overcomes you when cross paths with the person that kisses your heart the second that you meet them. It balances on the edge of unknown but always desired.

I want all my pain to count for something.

If you wish a general to be beaten, send him a ream full of instructions; if you wish him to succeed, give him a destination, and bid him conquer.

Since it was too difficult to get into the Screen Actor's Guild in New York, I moved to Miami in 1982 and started a successful career as a television commercial actress, obtaining my SAG card there.

It is high time that we had lights that are not incendiary torches.

Carl Rinsch has a good balance between the visual and the drama and action, so I thought if he's going to direct, we can make a new, epic film. My fear was gone when I met him.

This is the great challenge: to maintain passion for the everyday routine and the endlessly repeated act, to derive deep gratification from the mundane.

In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul.