The lively and mercurial are as open books, with the leaves turned down at the notable passages. Their souls sit at the windows of their eyes, seeing and to be seen.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

Our first and last love is self-love.

The scope of an intellect is not to be measured with a tape-string, or a character deciphered from the shape or length of a nose.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.

The opinions of the misanthropical rest upon this very partial basis, that they adopt the bad faith of a few as evidence of the worthlessness of all.

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.

No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.

I am often amazed at how much more capability and enthusiasm for science there is among elementary school youngsters than among college students.

Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.

I grew up riding horses and on the beach and I never really wore makeup and my mom showed that as an example. She wore makeup, just in a beautiful, effortless way.

Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his death bed, 'Gee, if I'd only spent more time at the office.'

Saddam Hussein has raised the amount going to suicide bombers from $10 thousand dollars to $25 thousand. What's next, a health care plan?

Just one Bush justice on the court means left-wingers might have to start actually winning votes for their wacky ideas; a prescription for liberal extinction.

I've done my best to drive you away, Sadie," he said suddenly. "But you've never left me.

To realize one's destiny is a person's only obligation.

In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

The gladiator is formulating his plan in the arena or essentially Too late.