They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad to realize that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.
Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit.
I was as scared as I'd ever been. There was screaming everywhere now, and more bodies on the floor, and the press from behind was as relentless as a bulldozer. It was all I could do to keep on my feet.
Where facts are few, experts are many.
To do anything truly worth doing, I must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in with gusto and scramble through as well as I can.
The nice thing about egotists is that they don't talk about other people.
Human beings have an inalienable right to invent themselves.