I know that there are people who do not love their fellow man, and I hate people like that!
Genius makes its observations in short-hand; talent writes them out at length.
Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.
Our first and last love is self-love.
We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.
When all else is lost, the future still remains.
I believe that fallen creatures perish, perish for ever, for only good can live, and good has not been theirs; but how durst men forge our Saviour's words "eternal death " into so horrible a meaning? And even if he did use other words, and seem to countenance such a meaning for them (and what witness have we that He did, except that of men whose ignorance or prejudice might well have interpreted these words wrongly as they did so many others?
I kind of wish they’d shut up,” Jack said. “Dude, true dat,” Lend answered. Jack nodded solemnly. “For serious.
I don't want to give a lecture to this body that's out there. You know, I mean, having had the heart attack, I want to get it back functioning. And as a practical matter, I mean if you were Bear Stearns, and you were a shareholder, you know, you lost 90 to 95 percent of your money. A good many lost their jobs. They lost very cushy lives, many of them.
I've never been nostalgic, personally or politically - if the past was so great, how come it's history?