One picture is worth 1,000 denials.

The postman wants an autograph. The cab driver wants a picture. The waitress wants a handshake. Everyone wants a piece of you.

Value is what you get.

Nothing is worth doing unless the consequences may be serious.

I know in my heart that man is good. That what is right will always eventually triumph. And there’s purpose and worth to each and every life.

Price is what you pay. Value is what you get.

Where quality is the thing sought after, the thing of supreme quality is cheap, whatever the price one has to pay for it.

In the book of Gaga, fame is in your heart, fame is there to comfort you, to bring you self-confidence and worth whenever you need it.

A thing is worth what it can do for you, not what you choose to pay for it.

The soul never thinks without a picture.

I’m never on Twitter. I’m never on Instagram. And that’s not by choice: it’s just that those things never really interested me. I might post a picture here and there, but that ain’t really been my focus.

We should not say that one man’s hour is worth another man’s hour, but rather that one man during an hour is worth just as much as another man during an hour. Time is everything, man is nothing: he is at the most time’s carcass.

Jesus lived a life that was full of joy and contradictions and fights, you know? If they were to paint a picture of Jesus without contradictions, the gospels would be fake, but the contradictions are a sign of authenticity.

A vigorous temper is not altogether an evil. Men who are easy as an old shoe are generally of little worth.

But, you know, it’s still a drag to get your picture taken when you’re eating a sandwich. It’s a downer.

Freedom is not worth having if it does not connote freedom to err.

The value of a man should be seen in what he gives and not in what he is able to receive.

If literature isn’t everything, it’s not worth a single hour of someone’s trouble.

This life is worth living, we can say, since it is what we make it.

Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.

There are seasons in every country when noise and impudence pass current for worth; and in popular commotions especially, the clamors of interested and factious men are often mistaken for patriotism.

It’s easier to replace a dead man than a good picture.

Only a man’s character is the real criterion of worth.