“I want people to be sincere; a man of honor shouldn’t speak a single word that doesn’t come straight from his heart.”

I always do the first line well, but I have trouble doing the others.

The road is long fro the project to its completion.

The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it.

Nothing can be fairer, or more noble, than the holy fervor of true zeal.

The scandal of the world is what makes the offence; it is not sinful to sin in silence.

There is no secret of the heart which our actions do not disclose.

The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.

We must take the good with the bad; For the good when it’s good, is so very good That the bad when it’s bad can’t be bad!

He who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.

There are pretenders to piety as well as to courage.

Virtue is the first title of nobility.

Hypocrisy is a fashionable vice, and all fashionable vices pass for virtue.

Perfect good sense shuns all extremity, content to couple wisdom with sobriety.

They would have everybody be as blind as themselves: to them, to be clear-sighted is libertinism.

It’s an odd job, making decent people laugh.

Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.

I remember the whole thing with the word ambition. I was messed up for a while because I associated it with certain people who just want to be famous. I think, for a while, it was kind of a dirty word for women.

Words Like Freedom There are words like Freedom Sweet and wonderful to say. On my heartstrings freedom sings All day everyday. There are words like Liberty That almost make me cry. If you had known what I know You would know why.

It is impossible to disassociate language from science, To call forth a concept, a word is needed.

Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.

One forgets words as one forgets names. One’s vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.

The great advantage of being a writer is that you can spy on people. You’re there, listening to every word, but part of you is observing. Everything is useful to a writer, you see – every scrap, even the longest and most boring of luncheon parties.

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I am asham’d, however that I seem, To think a word of such simple sound, Of such great matter should be made the ground.