Love is an artful arrangement of artless pretensions, whereby we labor to appear innocent in what we desire to be most cunning.

It is better to be idle than employed in ill.

We are often less grieved at disappointments than at ourselves for having said much concerning the certainty of our expectations.

When I hear a guy lost a battle to cancer, that really did bother me, that that's a term. It implies that he failed and that somebody else that defeated cancer is heroic and courageous.

Though we may not desire to detect fraud, we must not, on that account, endeavor to be insensible of it, for, as cunning is a crime, so is duplicity a fault, and if men dread knaves, they also despise fools.

I'm thankful for women. I think women are more intelligent than men. Also, without women, there would be no cookies.

Were there no fools, there would be no flatterers.