There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

The waving of a pine tree on the top of a mountain – a magic wand in Nature’s hand – every devout mountaineer knows its power; but the marvelous beauty value of what the Scotch call a breckan in a still dell, what poet has sung this?

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

And were an epitaph to be my story I’d have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.

Everybody’s got that split between the beautiful and fragile, the hard and the dark.

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.

People are more aware now of cities and of different ways of life. I suppose the writing I do is a bit in the past, and I’m not sure it’s the kind of writing I would do if I were starting now.

Young people can create beautiful things.

As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.

The diversity of India, of our civilization, is actually a thing of beauty, which is something we are extremely proud of.

Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

No matter how long he lives, no man ever becomes as wise as the average woman of forty-eight.

I think I’ve committed the one really bad English crime, which is I’ve risen above my station. I was supposed to be a pop star, and suddenly I’m claiming that I’m an artist of some kind.

Throughout my years in business, I discovered something. I would always ask why you do things. The answers that I would invariably get are: ‚Oh, that’s just the way things are done around here.‘ Nobody knows why they do what they do. Nobody thinks very deeply about things in business.

If we long to believe that the stars rise and set for us, that we are the reason there is a Universe, does science do us a disservice in deflating our conceits?

Tradition becomes our security, and when the mind is secure it is in decay.

When I was a seminarian, I was dazzled by a girl I met at an uncle’s wedding. I was surprised by her beauty, her intellectual brilliance… and, well, I was bowled over for quite a while.

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

Why are women… so much more interesting to men than men are to women?

God doesn’t love me any more or less because I had some work done on my face.

It is true we have won all our wars, but we have paid for them. We don’t want victories anymore.

I have made good judgments in the past. I have made good judgments in the future.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

All things truly wicked start from innocence.

In every parting there is an image of death.

I don’t notice anybody unless they look great, and every now and again they do, and they are usually 70.

I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. I don’t doubt that I shall have perfect crowds of admirers at that age. Then how I shall delight to make them await my bidding, and with what delight shall I witness their suspense while I make my final decision.

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God’s handwriting.

Life cannot be without relationship, but we have made it so agonizing and hideous by basing it on personal and possessive love. Can one love and yet not possess? You will find the true answer not in escape, ideals, beliefs but through the understanding of the causes of dependence and possessiveness.

When we tell the story of our own conversion, I would have it done with great sorrow, remembering what we used to be, and with great joy and gratitude, remembering how little we deserve these things.

Thank God, I never was cheerful. I come from the happy stock of the Mathers, who, as you remember, passed sweet mornings reflecting on the goodness of God and the damnation of infants.

My mother made me truly appreciate women.

However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act on upon them?

My one big regret is that I didn’t play on for ten more years.

Stylistically, I love make-up. I love doing my own make-up and stuff, but clothes-wise, I actually didn’t ever really care. Initially the fashion world was more interested in me than the music world, which was strange when I first started singing.

It is not once nor twice but times without number that the same ideas make their appearance in the world.

Everyone now knows how to find the meaning of life within himself. But mankind wasn’t always so lucky. Less than a century ago, men and women did not have easy access to the puzzle boxes within them.

There is so much that people take for granted.

As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.

No one could have been nicer, classier nor better looking than Dick Clark. I’ve had a crush on him since I was a teenager.

If somebody thinks they’re a hedgehog, presumably you just give ‚em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves.

The fact that our task is exactly commensurate with our life gives it the appearance of being infinite.

Women can’t do everything at the same time, we need to understand milestones in our lives comes in segments.

No one knows Anne’s better side, and that’s why most people can’t stand me. Oh, I can be an amusing clown for an afternoon, but after that, everyone’s had enough of me to last a month.

In the day of prosperity be joyful, but in the day of adversity consider.

Always have something beautiful in sight, even if it’s just a daisy in a jelly glass.

Women deeply want men who are competent and powerful. And I don’t mean power in that they can exert tyrannical control over others. That’s not power. That’s just corruption.

I made my fair share of mistakes.

It is, generally, in the season of prosperity that men discover their real temper, principles, and designs.

The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge.

In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.

Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he’s well dressed. There ain’t much credit in that.

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery.

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!

I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that his justice cannot sleep forever.

In this bright future you can’t forget your past.

In the Church, and in the journey of faith, women have had and still have a special role in opening doors to the Lord.

There is a danger that threatens everyone in the church, all of us. The danger of worldliness. It leads us to vanity, arrogance and pride.

You don’t have the same mentality as you did five years ago – even one year. People are always changing, and I believe that everyone deserves the space to change and for people to recognize their change.