I love clothes. No brands want to dress me.
Truth, like climate, is common property.
What an immense power over the life is the power of possessing distinct aims. The voice, the dress, the look, the very motion of a person, define and alter when he or she begins to live for a reason.
It is impossible to forget the sense of dignity which marks the hour when one becomes a wage-earner. . . I felt that I had suddenly acquired value to myself, to my family, and to the world.
The Girl of the Period, sauntering before one down Broadway, is one panorama of awful surprises from top to toe. Her clothes characterize her. She never characterizes her clothes. She is upholstered, not ornamented. She is bundled, not draped. She is puckered, not folded. She struts, she does not sweep. She has not one of the attributes of nature nor of proper art. She neither soothes the eye like a flower, nor pleases it like a picture. She wearies it like a kaleidoscope. She is a meaningless dazzle of broken effects.
Who originated that most exquisite of inquisitions, the condolence system?
The literary artist will. . . portray what he knows, and little else. Imagination is built upon knowledge, and his dreams will rest upon his facts. He is worth to the world just about what he has learned from it, and no more.
Getting an education is an awfully wearing process!
Trial by jury is a privilege of the highest and most beneficial nature [and] our most important guardian both of public and private liberty. The liberties of England cannot but subsist so long as this palladium remains sacred and inviolate, not only from all open attacks,. . . but also from all secret machinations, which may sap and undermine it.
Use power wisely. If you search your heart, I think you will.
Just hit my 75th birthday, I'm feeling great!