“Love cries victory when the tears of a woman become the sole defence of her virtue.”

But every one has a besetting sin to which he returns.

One should stick to the sort of thing for which one was made; I tried to be an herbalist, Whereas I should keep to the butchers trade.

Half of today is better than all of tomorrow.

Beware, so long as you live, of judging men by their outward appearance.

Imitators are a slavish herd and fools in my opinion.

Nothing weighs on us so heavily as a secret.

Cats know not how to pardon.

O tyrant love, when held by you, We may to prudence bid adieu.

Rogues are always found out in some way. Whoever is a wolf will act like a wolf, that is most certain.

Lies and literature have always been friends.

Women keep no secrets, and I know many men, who are women in this regard.

What God does, He does well.

We believe no evil till the evil’s done.

But the shortest works are always the best.

Is not moderation an old refrain Ringing in our ears? from which we all refrain.

The reason of the strongest is always the best.

I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.

Because of you, I’m running out of reasons to cry.

Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.

Do I look like I’ve been crying?’ I say. ‘Hmm.’ He leans in close, narrowing his eyes like he’s inspecting my face.

Providing – that’s not love. Being there – that’s more important. I mean, we see that. We see that with all these rich socialites. They’re crying out for attention; they’re hurting for love. I’m not being judgmental.

I stand in the mist and cry, thinking of myself standing in the mist and crying, and wondering if I will ever be able to use this experience in a book.

I remember being about six years old, for the first day of school, and sitting in the back of a Chrysler, pretending to cry while listening to Tracy Chapman.

Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!