The New York playgoer is a child of nature, and he has an honest and wholesome regard of whatever is atrocious in art.

Persecution was at least a sign of personal interest. Tolerance is composed of nine parts of apathy to one of brotherly love.

Cast your cares on God; that anchor holds.

Clever people seem not to feel the natural pleasure of bewilderment, and are always answering questions when the chief relish of a life is to go on asking them.

I have found some of the best reasons I ever had for remaining at the bottom simply by looking at the men at the top.

Sin in this country has been always said to be rather calculating than impulsive.

By rights, satire is a lonely and introspective occupation, for nobody can describe a fool to the life without much patient self-inspection.

Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.

I know of no more disagreeable sensation than to be left feeling generally angry without anybody in particular to be angry at.

One learns little more about a man from the feats of his literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.

That is the consolation of a little mind; you have the fun of changing it without impeding the progress of mankind.

What might be your current goal can motivate you in some situations. For like when you priority something and you have loose ends on it, it will make your back itch.

What I didn't say was that each time I picked up a German dictionary or a German book, the very sight of those dense, black, barbed-wire letters made my mind shut like a clam.

I've been so relieved and so grateful to not have a god to believe in.

We really should get some X-rays,” the EMT said. “You just want to fondle my extraneous body parts,” I said to the EMT.

Work is a great thing. This is something my father taught me. He didn't want me to grow up to be somebody's wife.

Well I think effects are tools

later down the road of life, i made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land.

Without real nonviolence, there would be perfect anarchy.

Driveway basketball, playing against the boys, watching Magic and Michael.