Character contributes to beauty. It fortifies a woman as her youth fades.

We will always remember. We will always be proud. We will always be prepared, so we may always be free.

Can any man have a higher notion of the rule of right and the eternal fitness of things?

A careless shoe string, in whose tie I see a wilde civility.

You've reached middle age when the phone rings on Saturday night, you pray it isn't for you.

She was a perfect lady--just sat in her seat and stared.

A man must serve his time to every trade Save censure--critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote, With just enough of learning to misquote; A mind well skill'd to find or forge a fault; A turn for punning, call it Attic salt; To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet, His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet; Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit; Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling--pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.

Men are happy to be laughed at for their humor, but not for their folly.

Hail to thee blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

A hearty laugh gives one a dry cleaning, while a good cry is a wet wash.

...cops and reporters are much alike. Both are absolutely dedicated to doing the job at hand, regardless of obstacles. And both, deep down, really believe the rules don't apply to them.

Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die tomorrow.

Marriage is like a bank account. You put it in, you take it out, you lose interest.

The greatest gift you can give another is the purity of your attention.

Waste neither time nor money, but make the best use of both. Without industry and frugality, nothing will do, and with them everything.

You make mistakes. Mistakes don't make you.

you and who's army?

What! the girl I adore by another embraced? What! the balm of her breath shall another man taste? What! pressed in the dance by another's man's knee? What! panting recline on another than me? Sir, she's yours; you have pressed from the grape its fine blue, From the rosebud you've shaken the tremulous dew; What you've touched you may take. Pretty waltzer--adieu!

What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!