friendship is a virtue which comprehends all the rest; none being fit for this, who is not adorned with every other virtue.
It is not for man to rest in absolute contentment. He is born to hopes and aspirations as the sparks fly upward, unless he has brutalized his nature and quenched the spirit of immortality which is his portion.
A grave, on which to rest from singing?
Find your confidence, lead with love. . . the rest will follow.
Has it ever happened to you. . . ? The color of the day suddenly changes to shadow. And you know you're going to remember that moment for the rest of your life.
What will the U. S. senators have to say if there is, as many over here and in the rest of the world suspect, no substance to the allegations against my father and me?
It's like if you're an astronaut and you've been to the moon, what do you want to do with the rest of your life?
A change of work is a good rest for the mind if you're constantly focused on writing. I like to work with timber and be creative on that side sometimes as well.
We look so very different from the way we sound. It’s a shock, similar to hearing your own voice for the first time, when you’re forced to wonder how the rest of you comes across if you sound nothing like the way you think you sound. You feel dislodged from the old shoe of yourself.
More than 300 million people in the world speak English and the rest, it sometimes seems, try to.
I think that if I were required to spend the rest of my life on a desert island, and to listen to or play the music of any one composer during all that time, that composer would almost certainly be Bach.
Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn't understood.
If I'm still wistful about On the Road, I look on the rest of the Kerouac oeuvre--the poems, the poems!--in horror. Read Satori in Paris lately? But if I had never read Jack Kerouac's horrendous poems, I never would have had the guts to write horrendous poems myself. I never would have signed up for Mrs. Safford's poetry class the spring of junior year, which led me to poetry readings, which introduced me to bad red wine, and after that it's all just one big blurry condemned path to journalism and San Francisco.
If you can't slam with the best, then jam with the rest
We don't have to be smarter than the rest. We have to be more disciplined than the rest.
But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.
You learned people and artists have, no doubt, all sorts of superior things in your heads; but you're human beings like the rest of us, and we, too, have our dreams and fancies.
God is the only sure foundation on which the mind can rest.
Holidays are also an opportunity for kids to unlearn every good habit they've learned during the rest of the year. They don't go to school. They get to stay up past their bedtime. They get candy and presents for doing nothing. Childhood utopia.
New York is a different country. Maybe it ought to have a separate government. Everybody thinks differently, they just don't know what the hell the rest of the United States is.