Happiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts to the farthest reaches of which we are capable.

Where there is too much, something is missing.

Words sing. They hurt. They teach. They sanctify. They were man's first, immeasurable feat of magic. They liberated us from ignorance and our barbarous past.

Her cooking suggested she had attended the Cordon Noir.

When in trouble, mumble.

Happiness, in the ancient, noble sense, means self-fulfillment—and is given to those who use to the fullest whatever talents God … bestowed upon them.

Why did God give me two ears and one mouth? So that I will hear more and talk less.