There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Money frees you from doing things you dislike. Since I dislike doing nearly everything, money is handy.
As I get older, I've learned to listen to people rather than accuse them of things.
He who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.
Act as if it were impossible to fail.
Never read a book through merely because you have begun it.
Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?