I remember a passage in Goldsmith's "Vicar of Wakefield," which he was afterwards fool enough to expunge: "I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.

Cucumber should be well sliced, dressed with pepper and vinegar, and then thrown out.

The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.

Curiosity is one of the most permanent and certain characteristics of a vigorous intellect.

Kindness is in our power, even when fondness is not.

When a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.

Classical quotation is the parole of literary men all over the world.

A man who uses a great many words to express his meaning is like a bad marksman who, instead of aiming a single stone at an object, takes up a handful and throws at it in hopes he may hit.

There are minds so impatient of inferiority that their gratitude is a species of revenge, and they return benefits, not because recompense is a pleasure, but because obligation is a pain.

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.

He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life in fruitless efforts.

It is proper for people to have friends, friendships without self-interest. Without friends, life is too lonely.

I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, one as hated as the other.

Do you know the hallmark of the second-rater? It's resentment of another man's achievement.

Choose your friends from people who you like what they do - even though you mightn't like what they say.

What is really disappointing about this president is not just lack of leadership, but his tendency to always place the blame for his lack of leadership somewhere else

I'm sort of the bossiest sister.

The greatest statesmen, philosophers, humanitarians ... have not been able to put an end to war. Why place that demand on photography?

He took both of my hands, twisting to face me more fully on the flattened box beneath us, and again the colors in his irises seemed to pulse with my heartbeat.

To my crew: Please be reasonable and do it my way. The Captain

I don't think I'm easy to talk about. I've got a very irregular head. And I'm not anything that you think I am anyway.