Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.

For, try as we may, we cannot get behind the appearence of things to reality. And the terrible reason may be that there is no reality in the things apart from their appearences.

A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.

You can't possibly ask me to go without having some dinner. It's absurd. I never go without my dinner. No one ever does, except vegetarians and people like that.

The note of the perfect personality is not rebellion, but peace.

If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit. But if a friend of mine had a sorrow and refused to allow me to share it, I should feel it most bitterly.

The answers are all out there, we just need to ask the right questions.