Nobody can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.
In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.
For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
I hope that when I die, people say about me, 'Boy, that guy sure owed me a lot of money.'
The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit.