What’s Your Favorite Quote?

Romanian
«Știu, voi aveți în viață altă normă,
Eu însă-n fața normei nu mă-nchin»

Translated:
I know, you have some rules to follow in your life
But I, I obey no law.

Though, my fav is still in English: «All we have to decide is what we do with the time that is given to us» (Tolkien, of course)

A few French favorites:

“Rien ne distingue les souvenirs des autres moments : ce n’est que plus tard qu’ ils se font reconnaître, à leur cicatrice.”
(“Nothing distinguishes memories from ordinary moments: it is not until later, when they do bear remembrance, that they show their scars.”)
- Chris Marker, from La Jetee

“La Raison c’est la folie du plus fort. La raison du moins fort c’est de la folie.”
(“Reason is the madness of the strongest. The reason of those less strong is madness.”)
- Eugène Ionesco

“Le bon sens est en dépit, pas le résultat de l’éducation.”
(“Common sense is in spite of, not the result of, education.”)
- Victor Hugo

Of course, Voltaire is a favorite (with much to say):

“Un bon mot ne prouve rien.”
(“A witty saying proves nothing.”)

“Juge d’un homme par ses questions plutôt que par ses réponses.”
(“Judge of a man by his questions rather than by his answers.”)

“Chaque joueur doit accepter les cartes que la vie lui distribue. Mais une fois qu’il les a en main, lui seul peut décider comment jouer ses cartes pour gagner la partie.”
(“Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.”)

“Il n’est aucune langue complète, aucune qui puisse exprimer toutes nos idées et toutes nos sensations; leurs nuances sont trop imperceptibles et trop nombreuses. Personne ne peut faire connaître précisément le degré du sentiment qu’il éprouve. On est obligé, par exemple, de désigner sous le nom général d’amour et de haine, mille amours et mille haines toutes différentes; il en est de même de nos douleurs et de nos plaisirs. Ainsi toutes les langues sont imparfaites comme nous.”
(“There is no complete language, no language which can express all our ideas and all our sensations; their shades are too numerous, too imperceptible. Nobody can make known the precise degree of sensation he experiences. One is obliged, for example, to designate by the general names of love and hate a thousand loves and a thousand hates all different from each other; it is the same with our pleasures and our pains. Thus all languages are, like us, imperfect. “)

Hope this helps! :)