London, thou art the flower of cities all! Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie.

Scotsmen are metaphisical and emotional, they are sceptical and mystical, they are romantic and ironic, they are cruel and tender, and full of mirth and despair.

To God be humble, to thy friend be kind, and with thy neighbors gladly lend and borrow; His chance tonight, it maybe thine tomorrow.

A lawyer who does not know men is handicapped.

All love is lost but upon God alone.

Noble men in the quiet of morning hear Indians singing the continent's violent requiem.

Our pleasance here is all vain glory, This false warld is but transitory.

Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.

Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.

Among my friends love is a payment. It is an old debt for a borrowing foolishly spent.

Neither our vices nor our virtues further the poem.

Unfortunately, some of our poor choices are irreversible, but many are not. Often, we can change course and get back on the right track.

It seems to me that we often, almost sulkily, reject the good that God offers us because, at that moment, we expected some other good.

[on Hollywood] It looks, it feels, as though it had been invented by a Sixth Avenue peepshow man.

Which country is suffering from too much freedom of speech? Name it, is there one?

We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle.

I am good. I live good. I think good. I don't have to feel good to be good, I take my goodness wherever I go.

Fortuitous circumstances constitute the molds that shape the majority of human lives, and the hasty impress of an accident is too often regarded as the relentless decree of all ordaining fate.

His head was turned by too great success.

Almost starve, but I don’t starve because I eat very much