If you tell an ugly woman that she is beautiful, you offer her the great homage of corrupting the concept of beauty.

A rational process is a moral process.

The purpose of morality is to teach you, not to suffer and die, but to enjoy yourself and live.

She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected.

It is my eyes which see, and the sight of my eyes grants beauty to the earth. It is my ears which hear, and the hearing of my ears gives its song to the world. It is my mind which thinks, and the judgement of my mind is the only searchlight that can find the truth. It is my will which chooses, and the choice of my will is the only edict I must respect.

It's the person who would sell his soul for a nickel, who is loudest in proclaiming his hatred of money.

What is kinder--to believe the best of people and burden them with a nobility beyond their endurance--or to see them as they are, and accept it because it makes them comfortable?