“Love is the attempt to form a friendship inspired by beauty.”

The fruit of too much liberty is slavery.

Natural ability without education has more often raised a man to glory and virtue than education without natural ability.

It is the peculiar quality of a fool to perceive the faults of others and to forget his own.

Where is there dignity unless there is honesty?

Trust no one unless you have eaten much salt with him.

For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.

Few are those who wish to be endowed with virtue rather than to seem so.

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intention.

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

I prefer the most unfair peace to the most righteous war.

The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart.

For the whole life of a philosopher is, as the same philosopher says, a meditation on death.

The shifts of fortune test the reliability of friends.

It is our own evil thoughts which madden us.

Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.

Old age: the crown of life, our play’s last act.

Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.

Beauty is no handicap if you don’t think about it.

Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.

Thanks Darling for the beautiful flowers and all the prayers. Now can you just get my puppy past security?

If you can learn to use your mind as well as your powder puff, you will become more truly beautiful.

We may say that life has borrowed from inanimate processes the same basic mechanism used in producing those striking structures that are crystals, with their beautiful plane faces.

Being beautiful can never hurt, but you have to have more. You have to sparkle, you have to be fun, you have to make your brain work if you have one.

It was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing.