Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter.

To love and win is the best thing.To love and lose, the next best.

A good laugh is sunshine in the house.

The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.

What woman, however old, has not the bridal-favours and raiment stowed away, and packed in lavender, in the inmost cupboards of her heart?

When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.

To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.

Remember, it's as easy to marry a rich woman as a poor woman.

Never lose a chance of saying a kind word.

Next to excellence is the appreciation of it.

Keep your handkerchief neat, and then you can be trusted with a bigger clothe. If you can’t manage few minutes, you are likely to waste 24 hours no matter how many times it’s given to you!

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

The legal right of a taxpayer to decrease the amount of what otherwise would be his taxes, or altogether avoid them, by means which the law permits, cannot be doubted.

What's really exciting for me is communicating to other people and not just going somewhere to make a movie. That's Hollywood to me and it would mean nothing.

A society that is not founded on morality falls apart and becomes easy prey to puritan cults such as Islam that on the surface, promote family values and morality.

You have to be narcissistic to be an artist. You have to think you are the centre of the whole thing otherwise why do you create? The only thing is to recognise it, and then you make the best of it.

Ultimately, censorship comes down to taste. What offends me may enlighten you. Do you want me deciding-based on my taste-what you should or should not be exposed to?

Sometimes adults seem as though they have cut a chord from being a child.

Fantasy is the only canvas large enough for me to paint on.

On Friday noon, July the twentieth, 1714, the finest bridge in all Peru broke and precipitated five travelers into the gulf below.