I still have this teddy bear I've had since I was three. . . and all my boxes, all kinds of boxes. I just won't give them up. It's like if I give them up, I've given in to being a movie star.
Tired of myself longing for what I have not
The Nature of Familiar Letters, written, as it were, to the Moment, while the Heart is agitated by Hopes and Fears, on Events undecided, must plead an Excuse for the Bulk of a Collection of this Kind. Mere Facts and Characters might be comprised in a much smaller Compass: But, would they be equally interesting?
To what a bad choice is many a worthy woman betrayed, by that false and inconsiderate notion, That a reformed rake makes the best husband!
A good man will extend his munificence to the industrious poor of all persuasions reduced by age, infirmity, or accident; to thosewho labour under incurable maladies; and to the youth of either sex, who are capable of beginning the world with advantage, but have not the means.
We have nothing to do, but to choose what is right, to be steady in the pursuit of it, and leave the issue to Providence.
We can all be good when we have no temptation or provocation to the contrary.
Let your life be pleasing to the multitude, and it can not be so to yourself.
I have sporadic OCD cleaning moments around the house. But then I get lazy and I'm cured. It's a very inconsistent personality trait.
When I get honest, I admit I am a bundle of paradoxes. I believe and I doubt, I hope and get discouraged, I love and I hate, I feel bad about feeling good, I feel guilty about not feeling guilty. I am trusting and suspicious. I am honest and I still play games. Aristotle said I am a rational animal; I say I am an angel with an incredible capacity for beer.
We are tethered to our kind, and may as well join hands in the struggle.