Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

The best way out is always through.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

Live life like its the last breath you take for that breath is the whole essence of living, the little things in life are what connects us to all the big things we live for

Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.

Things have got to be wrong in order that they may be deplored.

Whoever wants to be a judge of human nature should study people's excuses.

Real freedom isn't subject to how others estimate our value; it is in realizing that none are free who find their sense of worth wondering how others measure their lives.

Universal violence compels the language to be mute . . . . Silence is not only a metaphor of Hemingway's work; it is also the source of its formal excellence, its integrity.

The book to read is not the one which thinks for you, but the one which makes you think.

American people are a little tired of anybody saying, let's get back in war. Why don't we go back (inaudible).

Just a tender sense of my own process, that holds something of my connection with the divine.

Friends are rare for, the good reason that men are not common.

The inability to hold cash and the pressure to be fully invested at all times meant that when the plug was pulled out of the tub, all boats dropped as the water rushed down the drain.

Oh! don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown?