If venereal delight and the power of propagating the species were permitted only to the virtuous, it would make the world very good.

No, Sir, claret is the liquor for boys; port for men: but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy. In the first place brandy will do soonest for a man what drinking can do for him.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.

I have discovered that we may be in some degree whatever character we choose. Besides, practice forms a man to anything.

My father had declared a predilection for heirs general, that is, males and females indiscriminately.... I, on the other hand, had a zealous partiality for heirs male, however remote.

I, who have no sisters or brothers, look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to be born to friends.

When a man is familiar with many people he must expect many disagreeable familiarizations.

Quotation is more universal and more ancient than one would perhaps believe.

The pleasure of gratifying whim is very great. It is known only by those who are whimsical.

Melancholy cannot be clearly proved to others, so it is better to be silent about it.

It is not every man who can be exquisitely miserable, any more than exquisitely happy.

There's just enough drinking and cheating songs around without me adding to them. Unless you've got something better than "Misery and Gin" by Merle Haggard, you're beating a dead horse.

Americans will respect your beliefs if you just keep them private.

I just always think, 'Do I like it?' And if I like it, maybe other people will come and like it too.

I'm not that beautiful, and I don't want to be a pop star.

Exceptional performers are masterful opportunists, keenly alert to opportunity!

I don't have to alter the way I look - I can still wear a short, tight dress, but if what I'm saying is correct, then hopefully you garner respect.

There was a saying in Umuofia that as a man danced so the drums were beaten for him.

I cried at first, and then, it was such a beautiful day, that I forgot to be unhappy.

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

The peculiar dignity of men seen eating alone in restaurants on national holidays