“One should never be ashamed to cry. Tears are rain on the dust of earth.”

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

It’s in vain to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present.

I have made up my mind that I must have money, Pa. I feel that I can’t beg it, borrow it, or steal it; and so I have resolved that I must marry it.

The world belongs to those who set out to conquer it armed with self confidence and good humor.

A day wasted on others is not wasted on one’s self.

Everybody said so. Far be it from me to assert that what everybody says must be true. Everybody is, often, as likely to be wrong as right.

I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.

Do all the good you can and make as little fuss about it as possible.

Some people are nobody’s enemies but their own.

It is an old prerogative of kings to govern everything but their passions.

Every failure teaches a man something, if he will learn; and you are too sensible a man not to learn from this failure.

Vices are sometimes only virtues carried to excess!

To a young heart everything is fun.

Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.

It is the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.

True love believes everything, and bears everything, and trusts everything.

Let the kite perch and let the eagle perch too – If one says no to the other, let his wing break.

One comprehends oneself in order not to be preoccupied with oneself.

Our excessive tolerance with regard to suicide is due to the fact that, since the state of mind from which it springs is a general one, we cannot condemn it without condemning ourselves; we are too saturated with it not partly to excuse it.

Every country should have at least one King Farouk.

One does not advance when one walks toward no goal, or – which is the same thing – when his goal is infinity.

It’s not bringing in the new ideas that’s so hard; it’s getting rid of the old ones.

In Bali life is a rhythmic, patterned unreality of pleasant, significant movement, centered in one’s own body to which all emotions long ago withdrew.

The assumption that men and woman are essentially alike in all respects, or even in the most important ones, is a damaging one, as damaging as the assumption that they are different in ways in which they aren’t different, perhaps more so.