Syllables govern the world.
Liberty means responsibility. That is why most men dread it.
Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.
The great secret, Eliza, is not having bad manners or good manners or any other particular sort of manners, but having the same manner for all human souls: in short, behaving as if you were in Heaven, where there are no third-class carriages, and one soul is as good as another.
Hell is paved with good intentions, not with bad ones. All men mean well.
The faults of the burglar are the qualities of the financier.
We want a few mad people now. See where the sane ones have landed us!
Columbus discovered no isle or key so lonely as himself.
Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.
Your mind makes a cruel master, but a generous servant.
It’s not burn baby burn, but learn, baby, learn, so that you can earn, baby, earn.
When I hear the hypercritical quarreling about grammar and style, the position of the particles, etc., etc., stretching or contracting every speaker to certain rules of theirs. I see that they forget that the first requisite and rule is that expression shall be vital and natural, as much as the voice of a brute or an interjection: first of all, mother tongue; and last of all, artificial or father tongue. Essentially your truest poetic sentence is as free and lawless as a lamb’s bleat.
Man gives every reason for his conduct save one, every excuse for his crimes save one, every plea for his safety save one; and that one is his cowardice.
No money is better spent than what is laid out for domestic satisfaction.
Our minds want clothes as much as our bodies.
Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm and constant.
It is not fair to ask of others what you are not willing to do yourself.
Are you using your pain as an excuse or as a source of strength?
We’re so infatuated with studying labels that we forget to read between the lines of one another.
He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches.
Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.
This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.
