The more any one speaks of himself, the less he likes to hear another talked of.
To let a fool kiss you is bad. . . To let a kiss fool you is worse. 'Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.
Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Wouldn t it be wonderful if we could all be a little more gentle with each other, and a little more loving, have a little more empathy, and maybe we'd like each other a little bit more.
The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart.
We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.
If you're truly obsessed over customers, it'll cover a lot of errors.
About 10 minutes ago, we all woke up because of this strange roaring sound. We all raced toward the sound, which turned out to be the washing machine going back on. Who knew the rinse cycle could be so scary?
Someone has said that after age forty, each of us pretty much deserves the face he is wearing. He designed it form the inside.
Now to sum it up,' said Bernard. 'Now to explain to you the meaning of my life. Since we do not know each other (though I met you once I think, on board a ship going to Africa), we can talk freely. The illusion is upon me that something adheres for a moment, has roundness, weight, depth, is completed. This, for the moment, seems to be my life. If it were possible, I would hand it you entire. I would break it off as one breaks off a bunch of grapes. I would say, "Take it. This is my life.