...lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.

I did learn something about insanity while I was down there. People go crazy, not because they are crazy, but because it's the best available option at the time.

Tragedy is when someone ends up dead. Everything else is just a bump in the road. For the record, that was something Daddy used to say.

Life used to move much more quickly when I was a girl. We needed to abbreviate just to keep up.

There's a difference between being alive and living.

My life is in these books, he wants to tell her. Read these and know my heart.

Daddy used to say that calling a person a romantic was just another way of saying he or she acted without regard for conseqences.

On the board, Mr. Beery had written "Those who don't remember history are doomed to repeat it." I wasn't sure if this was meant to be inspirational, thematic, or a joke about making sure to study.

Tragedy is when someone ends up dead.Everything else is just a bump in the road.

The fullness of existence is the experience of joy and sorrow, good times and dark times, pain and healing..

The Bible differentiates clearly between true faith and mere religiosity.

Yes there is a Nirvanah it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture and in putting your child to sleep and in writing the last line of your poem.

It is my own firm belief that the strength of the soul grows in proportion as you subdue the flesh.

It's a sad day when Republicans will attack fellow Republicans on an issue as fundamental as free enterprise.

Better a lively old epigram than a deadly new one.

A woman's fame is the tomb of her happiness.

At twenty-five, girls begin to talk about being old maids, but secretly resolve that they never will. At thirty, they say nothing about it, but quietly accept the fact.

Time is a kind of river, an irresistible flood sweeping up men and events and carrying them headlong, one after the other, to the great sea of being.

The man who bows before the ruler, shows his behind to the courtiers