“It’s such a happiness when good people get together.”

Pray, pray be composed, and do not betray what you feel to every body present.

A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

How clever you are, to know something of which you are ignorant.

The more I see of the world, the more am i dissatisfied with it; and everyday confirms my belief of the inconsistencies of all human.

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

The enthusiasm of a woman’s love is even beyond the biographer’s.

It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before.

I was quiet but I was not blind.

Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness.

Wisdom is better than wit, and in the long run will certainly have the laugh on her side.

She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.

To love is to burn, to be on fire.

Indulge your imagination in every possible flight.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.

I kind of left everyone behind in Australia – all my friends and my family and I had to break up with my boyfriend.

The best that we can do is to be kindly and helpful toward our friends and fellow passengers who are clinging to the same speck of dirt while we are drifting side by side to our common doom.

People have labeled me homophobic. If I was homophobic, I wouldn’t have friends who are gay and lesbian, so that can’t be true.

I’m sure I’ve all but lost friends by maintaining that, despite their love for it, I always saw Stanley Kramer’s ‘It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World’ as more of an exercise in anti-comedy than humor.

I am a friend of the working man, and I would rather be his friend, than be one.

I am mad, I am going under, I must follow the advice of a friend, and pay no heed to myself.

Understanding is the soil in which grow all the fruits of friendship.

He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.