No one ever discovers the depths of his own loneliness.

When I behold what pleasure is Pursuit, What life, what glorious eagerness it is, Then mark how full Possession falls from this, How fairer seems the blossom than the fruit,-- I am perplext, and often stricken mute. Wondering which attained the higher bliss, The wing'd insect, or the chrysalis It thrust aside with unreluctant foot.

The fear of losing is what makes competitors so great. Show me a gracious loser and I'll show you a permanent loser.

So of cheerfulness, or a good temper, the more it is spent, the more it remains.

Is it progress if a cannibal uses a knife and fork?

The history of the world is full of men who rose to leadership, by sheer force of self-confidence, bravery and tenacity.

Thet tells the story! Thet's wut we shall git By tryin' squirtguns on the burnin' Pit; For the day never comes when it'll du To kick off dooty like a worn-out shoe.

There's nothing better than good sex. But bad sex? A peanut butter and jelly sandwich is better than bad sex.

What most impresses us about great jurists is not their tenacious grasps of fine points, honed almost to invisibility; it is the moment when we are suddently aware of the sweep and direction of the law, and its place in the lives of men.

There are as many opinions as there are experts.

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge-that myth is more potent than history. I believe that dreams are more powerful than facts-that hope always triumphs over experience-that laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.

From the looks--not the lips, is the soul reflected.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size?

I used to think as I looked out on the Hollywood night, "There must be thousands of girls sitting alone like me, dreaming of becoming a movie star. But I'm not going to worry about them. I'm dreaming the hardest.

Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.

The best in this kind are but shadows. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

This art of resting the mind and the power of dismissing from it all care and worry is probably one of the secrets of energy in our great men.

I have a strong suspicion . . . that much that passes for constant love is a golded- up moment walking in its sleep.

It is impossible to overestimate the immense need that humans have to be listened to, understood, and taken seriously.