Plain women know more about men than beautiful women do.

The worst men often give the best advice.

The world’s biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman.

As to marriage or celibacy, let a man take which course he will, he will be sure to repent.

A chaplain’s assistant is customarily a figure of fun in the American Army.

Before ever meeting Priyanka Chopra, I had heard her name coming out of Bollywood and was impressed: she was beautiful, talented, had made nearly 50 movies, earned multiple awards – a massive star.

I’m not concerned with people seeing me in a certain way. Some people see me as a kid, some people see me as an adult. But I’m seriously not going to complain how anybody sees me, as long as they see me.

Men have to do some awfully mean things to keep up their respectability.

The thing about delirium is you think it’s great, but it actually isn’t.

The secret to a long marriage is to stay gone.

Liberty means responsibility. That is why most men dread it.

No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.

Give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

I thank God I’m myself and for the life I’m given to live and for friends and lovers and beloveds, and I thank God for knowing that all those people have already paid for me.

There is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no friendship without self-interests. This is a bitter truth.

But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.

Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.

Relationships are the hallmark of the mature person.

There’s a big difference between falling in love with someone and falling in love with someone and getting married. Usually, after you get married, you fall in love with the person even more.

Self-interest is the enemy of all true affection.

Most people would rather give than get affection.

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.

That’s what a man wants in a wife, mostly; he wants to make sure one fool tells him he’s wise.

Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.

All thought must, directly or indirectly, by way of certain characters, relate ultimately to intuitions, and therefore, with us, to sensibility, because in no other way can an object be given to us.

Women. They are a complete mystery.

Talent grips us. We are overtaken by the beauty of Michelangelo’s sculpture, riveted by Mariah Carey’s angelic voice, doubled over in laughter by the comedy of Robin Williams, and captivated by the on screen performances of Denzel Washington.

There are few things that we so unwillingly give up, even in advanced age, as the supposition that we still have the power of ingratiating ourselves with the fair sex.

There is just no comparison between having a dinner date with a man and staying home playing canasta with the girls.

A particularly beautiful woman is a source of terror. As a rule, a beautiful woman is a terrible disappointment.

Disagreement is something normal.

There is more of good nature than of good sense at the bottom of most marriages.

Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.

The successful men I admired all built their bodies.

There are various eyes. Even the Sphinx has eyes: and as a result there are various truths, and as a result there is no truth.

For some reason, I have better luck when I work with women. I guess I have a good sense of sisterhood.

Is the babe young? When I behold it, it seems more venerable than the oldest man.

Men are so simple and so much inclined to obey immediate needs that a deceiver will never lack victims for his deceptions.

All mankind love a lover.

The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.

Love is trembling happiness.

Anybody can be specific and obvious. That’s always been the easy way. It’s not that it’s so difficult to be unspecific and less obvious; it’s just that there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, to be specific and obvious about.

I think that it’s okay to be mad at someone who hurt you. This isn’t about, like, the pageantry of trying to seem like nothing affects you.

People tend to think that because I’m a performer and I don’t go to a regular high school that I haven’t personally been affected by bullies. But it’s actually quite the contrary.

I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.

All the songs I write are about human dynamics, whether it’s with girlfriends, boyfriends, or family.

I met my husband before I became a star, and he doesn’t care about any of it.

Black people can be the most conservative, the most discriminating. Especially among ourselves. It wasn’t white people who said all black men have to wear baggy jeans.

It no longer bothers me that I may be constantly searching for father figures; by this time, I have found several and dearly enjoyed knowing them all.

Brad was a huge surprise to me. I think we were both the last two people who were looking for a relationship. I certainly wasn’t. I was quite content to be a single mom with Mad.

I’ll never graduate from collagen.

Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend.

Eyes and ears are poor witnesses to people if they have uncultured souls.

A deep sense of love and belonging is an irreducible need of all people. We are biologically, cognitively, physically, and spiritually wired to love, to be loved, and to belong. When those needs are not met, we don’t function as we were meant to. We break. We fall apart. We numb. We ache. We hurt others. We get sick.

Grief can take care if itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.

Waking up every day and loving someone who may or may not love us back, whose safety we can’t ensure, who may stay in our lives or may leave without a moment’s notice, who may be loyal to the day they die or betray us tomorrow – that’s vulnerability.

Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.

People are not disturbed by things, but by the view they take of them.

A man may be a fool and not know it, but not if he is married.

I’m personally more struck by visual things more than musical.