While they talked they remembered the years of their youth, and each thought of the other as he had been at another time.

It was a passion neither of the mind nor of the heart, it was a force that comprehended them both, as if they were but the matter of love, its specific substance.

But the required survey of English literature troubled and disquieted him in a way nothing had ever done before.

...Mrs. Bostwick's face was heavy and lethargic, without any strength or delicacy, and it bore the deep marks of what must have been a habitual dissatisfaction.

But William Stoner knew of the world in a way that few of his younger colleagues could understand. Deep in him, beneath his memory, was the knowledge of hardship and hunger and endurance and pain.

To be logical is very illogical.

I worked for a menial’s hire, Only to learn, dismayed, That any wage I had asked of Life, Life would have willingly paid.

Justice never sleeps.

Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.

It was a woman who drove me to drink - and you know I never even thanked her.

Al Sharpton chases the spotlight the way Obama chases golf balls

I'm stingy and I'm proud of the reputation.

We should all do something to right the wrongs that we see and not just complain about them.

A person who is worried about the outcome of his work does not see his goal; he sees only his opposition and the obstacles before him.

I've also got a kind of rule where if I don't write it down and I can still remember it it's worth remembering!