... the evil that comes out of your lips, into your own bosom will fall.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.

Human relations are built on feeling, not on reason or knowledge. And feeling is not an exact science; like all spiritual qualities, it has the vagueness of greatness about it.

Kindness is always fashionable.

It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

The great difference between voyages rests not with the ships, but with the people you meet on them.

Time is a very precious gift- so precious that it is only given to us moment by moment.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

Forethought spares afterthought.

Mediocrity is always in a rush; but whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing with consideration. For genius is nothing more nor less than doing well what anyone can do badly.

The more you give, the more you live.

Not one woman over seventeen has any faith in her skin tone, and no woman over thirty can ever regard her upper arms with equanimity.

Man's greatness consists in his ability to do and the proper application of his powers to things needed to be done.

But it's the truth even if it didn't happen.

Once you know the end of the story, every part of the story contains that end, and is only a way of reaching it.

I feel that the task of criticizing my poetry is best left to others (i.e. critics) and would much rather have it take place after I am dead. If at all.

Now there is in a way a renaissance of modern dance - suddenly, it is more respected and discovered.

Actually I didn't shoot a man in Reno just to watch him die, but he could tell I was extremely cross.

Her only flair is in her nostrils.

There are a lot of murder ballads out there, but most of them are about killing the woman. I was like, "We've gotta turn this around!"