Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Sweet and glorious it is to die for our country.
Once sent out, a word takes wings beyond recall.
Even the good Homer is sometimes caught napping.
The present order is the disorder of the future.
You can’t just want to die. You have to live it.
The only limits are, as always, those of vision.
How awful is that hour when con, science stings.
Before trying a novel I wrote a couple of plays.
It is good To lengthen to the last a sunny mood.
Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.
Where talent is a dwarf, self-esteem is a giant.
Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
He knows the universe and does not know himself.
We believe easily what we fear of what we desire
It is a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver.
we wish for more in life rather than more of it.
Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.
I graduated first in my class from alibi school.
I want to say less, and it's easier to say less.
Lying is our stock-in-trade as social creatures.
France, mother of arts, of warfare, and of laws.
He also has energy who cannot be deprived of it.
Literature bores me, especially great literature
But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.
And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair.
Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.
Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
Interest makes all seem reason that leads to it.
But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
Long pains are light ones, Cruel ones are brief!
God's providence is not blind, but full of eyes.
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
It's wanting that gets so many folks in trouble.
Beauty is God's handwriting-a wayside sacrament.
He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
For evil news rides post, while good news baits.
This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.
Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers.
If you know nothing, be pleased to know nothing.
Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.
Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense
Racism? But isn't it only a form of misanthropy?
You cannot cover a ruin with a page of 'Pravda.'
Art is a spirit seeking flesh but finding words.
When talent fails, indignation writes the verse.
Pleasures are enhanced by a moderate indulgence.
There is no reliance to be placed on appearance.