It was the old New York way. . . the way people who dreaded scandal more than disease, who placed decency above courage, and who considered that nothing was more ill-bred than "scenes", except those who gave rise to them.
The dog is all things to all men.
A man and his dog goes so well with home and castle.
Between the monster and the fool there are many people who walk the middle path with a dog at their heels, their lives enriched by giving the dog a dog's life.
The importance of an individual thinker owes something to chance. For it depends upon the fate of his ideas in the minds of his successors.
I sing, and I really should've stuck with it, because it's really what I love to do. It's probably what I'm best at, too.
Where weary folk toil, black with smoke, And hear but whistles scream, I went, all fresh from dawn and dew To carry them a dream. I went to bitter lanes and dark, Who once had known the sky, To carry them a dream-and found They had more dreams than I.
I like companies that try and break away from the norm.