The equity of Providence has balanced peculiar sufferings with peculiar enjoyments.

No man was more foolish when he had not a pen in his hand, or more wise when he had

A man who exposes himself when he is intoxicated, has not the art of getting drunk.

Sir, I did not count your glasses of wine, why should you number up my cups of tea?

This was a good dinner enough, to be sure, but it was not a dinner to ask a man to.

Every man wishes to be wise, and they who cannot be wise are almost always cunning.

It is man's own fault, it is from want of use, if his mind grows torpid in old age.

No evil is insupportable but that which is accompanied with consciousness of wrong.

Let us be quick to repent of injuries while repentance may not be a barren anguish.

Pour forth thy fervors for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resigned

Adversity leads us to think properly of our state, and so is most beneficial to us.

Reflect that life, like every other blessing, Derives its value from its use alone.

This mournful truth is everywhere confessed, slow rises worth by poverty depressed.

The chains of habit are too weak to be felt until they are too strong to be broken.

The first vice of the first woman was curiosity, and it runs through the whole sex.

For tutors, although they may make youth learned, do not always make them virtuous.

All that hoops are good for is to clean dirty shoes and keep fellows at a distance.

A good man will honor him who lives up to his religious profession, whatever it be.

For three months, when I was 23 years old, I worked as a clerk at Wandsworth Sewer.

My Spanish is a daughter's Spanish. I write, but my Spanish really is very limited.

When I was a child, I was very shy, and there's still a part of me that's very shy.

I'm from Chicago, so the Chicago working-class poets still mean a great deal to me.

You know, we should have cards like the deaf have. "Can't talk, I'm writing today."

Writing is like sewing together what I call these 'buttons,' these bits and pieces.

I always thought that bagels and lox was my soul food, but it turns out it's sushi.

Writing about the 1950s has given me tremendous respect for my mother's generation.

But it was important to simply be sought, even if you didn‟t ever want to be found.

I would miss Colby, but it wasn't going anywhere. All the more reason why I should.

Only a real asshole takes liberties with someone else's car stereo. That's serious.

This is what daughters did. They left, and came home later with lives of their own.

But those words were only the middle of the story. There was a beginning here, too.

I wasn't very happy in high school: it was a confusing and sort of sad time for me.

So if we could not have love, my husband and I, then at least I could have alchemy.

Ah, he has too many ideas, that man da Vinci. His mind works faster than his hands.

Jared Kushner has sort of betrayed the Democratic roots that his family grew up in.

Actually," Alan said, earnest and clear-eyed, "this is my first time playing poker.

All a writer has to do to get a woman is to say he's a writer. It's an aphrodisiac.

It's just the way things are." she shrugged. "It's no one's fault." "Or everyone's.

What you think about yourself is much more important than what others think of you.

We almost made it to thirty seconds without an insult. I think we set a new record.

There were only so many kicks a dog could take before it turned vicious.’ (Acheron)

You gonna keep staring at me, Great Acheron, or are you ready to chew me a new one?

But sooner or later, no matter who you are, life uses everyone as its whipping boy.

People with weaknesses get killed by the people who lack them. Notice I'm not dead.

My father was a history professor, and my mother a housewife—" She married a house?

Joy, oh joy. He’d rather have his entrails pulled out through his nostrils.’ (Fang)

Patience is a virtue. (Tee) Excuse me, pot, could you not pick on the kettle? (Joe)

Free verse is chained in sentence-to-sentence links and breaks free in line breaks.

Sometimes the taproot and the vines are far apart. Like English and the Asian poem.

When someone asks me now, "What do you do?" I will be able to say, "I am a writer."

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