Labor's face is wrinkled with the wind, and swarthy with the sun.

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.

Would ye both eat your cake and have your cake?

Our own heart, and not other men's opinions, forms our true honor.

Doves oppose war on the grounds that the risks exceed the gains. War with Iraq could be very costly, possibly degenerating into urban warfare.

the conspicuous consumption of limited resources has yet to be accepted widely as a spiritual error, or even bad manners

I have a very, very hard time voting for Mrs. [Hillary] Clinton.

What does a painter do? You get a painting, you put some intent and passion and emotion into these things, and hope the people will receive it. Same as a playwright. It's art.

To convey one’s mood in seventeen syllables is very diffic

Modern man listens more willingly to witnesses than to teachers, and if he does listen to teachers, it is because they are witnesses.

All heaven is interested in the cross of Christ, all hell terribly afraid of it, while men are the only beings who more or less ignore its meaning.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.