DEAL is a most villainous place. It is full of filthy-looking people.Great desolationof abomination has beengoing on here.

You never know what you can do till you try.

It is by attempting to reach the top at a single leap that so much misery is caused in the world.

Sit down to write what you have thought, and not to think what you shall write.

If the people of Sheffield could only receive a tenth part of what their knives sell for by retail in America, Sheffield might pave its streets with silver.

Men fail much oftener from want of perseverance than from want of talent.

Never esteem men on account of their riches or their station. Respect goodness, find it where you may.

Nothing is so well calculated to produce a death-like torpor in the country as an extended system of taxation and a great national debt.

The power which money gives is that of brute force; it is the power of the bludgeon and the bayonet.

I defy you to agitate any fellow with a full stomach.

Men of integrity are generally pretty obstinate, in adhering to an opinion once adopted.

Love is the nature of who God is

Success is simply a state of mind.

Infatuation is not quite the same thing as love; it's more like love's shady second cousin who's always borrowing money and can't hold down a job.

The man who sticks it out against his fate shows spirit, but the spirit of a fool.

The truly civilized man is always skeptical and tolerant, in this field as in all others. His culture is based on 'I am not too sure'.

I get just as much of a thrill out of constructing a good sentence that gets a laugh at the end as I do from a joke

Economics is not a science, in the sense that a policy can be repeatedly applied under similar conditions and will repeatedly produce similar results.

Because those, who twit others with their faults, should look at home.

What I found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany's. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it;nothing very bad could happen to you there.

O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!