Love is just like a breeze: it comes, but you should not close your doors to keep the breeze inside.
Riches. . . don't consist in having things, but in not having to do something you don't want to do. . . . Riches is being able to thumb your nose.
The truth of anything at all doesn't lie in someone's account of it. It lies in all the small facts of the time. An advertisement in a paper, the sale of a house, the price of a ring.
Horse sense is the instinct that keeps horses from betting on men.
It is the utterly destructive quality. When you say vanity, you are thinking of the kind that admires itself in mirrors and buys things to deck itself out in. But that is merely personal conceit. Real vanity is something quite different. A matter not of person but of personality. Vanity says, "I must have this because I am me. " It is a frightening thing because it is incurable.
Nothing great ever came out of common sense.
Most people's first books are their best anyways. It's the one they wanted most to write.
The great men of music close periods; they do not inaugurate them. The pioneer work, the finding of new paths, is left to smaller men.
Life is essentially a question of values.
E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream thy flowing wounds supply, redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
A perfume is like a piece of clothing, a message, a way of presenting oneself a costume that differs according to the woman who wears it.