Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different.

Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can't build on it it's only good for wallowing in.

How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life.

Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.

The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.

Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back.

I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse.

The mind I love must have wild places.

If sleep wasn't necessary, I would have used those 8 hours just to gaze at you.

Never forget that it is by choice that the ordinary person decides to live a life that is extraordinary.

Once upon a time...long ago in a far-off place that everyone knows is not here or now or us.

New links must be forged as old ones rust.

This is all the inheritance I give to my dear family. The religion of Christ will give them one which will make them rich indeed.

Failure doesn't mean anything, it just means changing paths.

In Africa, when an old man dies, it's a library burning.

All Hollywood endings - the bad endings have to be the bad guys to be falling about 50 stories to his death and you have to see his eyeballs as he goes to his doom.

I sure do want to make sure women get equal pay for the work we do.

Hi, Mom…Yes, I know my heart rate’s dangerously elevated. That sound? I’m being shot at, Ma. Gotta go now. Love you much. Hugs and kisses. (Devyn)