Words, mademoiselle, are only the outer clothing of ideas.

There speaks the passion and the rebellion that go with red hair. My second wife had red hair. She was a beautiful woman, and she loved me. Strange, is it not? I have always admired red-haired women. Your hair is very beautiful. There are other things I like about you. Your spirit, your courage; the fact that you have a mind of your own. ~Mr. Aristides

I continued to do arithmetic with my father, passing proudly through fractions to decimals. I eventually arrived at the point where so many cows ate so much grass, and tanks filled with water in so many hours. I found it quite enthralling.

The young people think the old people are fools -- but the old people know the young people are fools.

Hate doesn't last. Love does.

Nothing, I believe, is so full of life under the microscope as a drop of water from a stagnant pool.

You should employ your little grey cells.