Books...are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.
The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.
I stumbled some, then a hand pushed my head down and I was inside the Hummer.
Depend not on fortune, but on conduct.
Speak properly, and in as few words as you can, but always plainly; for the end of speech is not ostentation, but to be understood.
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit.