The generous person is always just, and the just who is always generous may, unannounced, approach the throne of heaven.

Neatness begets order; but from order to taste there is the same difference as from taste to genius, or from love to friendship.

You may depend upon it that he is a good man whose intimate friends are all good, and whose enemies are decidedly bad.

The craftiest trickery are too short and ragged a cloak to cover a bad heart.

What knowledge is there of which man is capable that is not founded on the exterior,--the relation that exists between visible and invisible, the perceptible and the imperceptible?

You can depend on no man, on no friend, but him who can depend on himself.

Trust him not with your secrets, who, when left alone in your room, turns over your papers.

Who makes quick use of the moment is a genius of prudence.

Him, who incessantly laughs in the street, you may commonly hear grumbling in his closet.

Be certain that he who has betrayed thee once will betray thee again.

Sensibility is the power of woman.

...quantum mechanics—the physics of our world—requires that you hold such pedestrian complaints in abeyance.

Take every chance you get in life ... because some things only happen once!

American culture is torn between our long romance with violence and our terror of the devastation wrought by war and crime and environmental havoc.

Speaking your truth with love ensures that others will hear your message, since angry words can shut down communication.

There is a sort of human paste that when it comes near the fire of enthusiasm is only baked into harder shape.

Rise early, that by habit it may become familiar, agreeable, healthy, and profitable.

The disagreeable reality for those who believe in human rights is that there are some occasions-and Iraq may be one of them-when war is the only real remedy for regimes that live by terror.

I had the luck that my parents educated me in three languages. With my mother I spoke Dutch, with my father Italian, and in the school I learned German. But my host language is Italian.

The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

Cold, hungry, scared as hell inside, but too damn brave to admit it.