I'll get involved in philanthropy.
It is freezing fit to split a stone.
We are never satisfied with having done well; and in endeavoring to do better, we do much worse.
When I step into this library, I cannot understand why I ever step out of it.
There are twelve hours in the day, and above fifty in the night.
there are some people who never acknowledge themselves in the wrong; God help them!
long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in: but Providence in kindness to us causes us to forget it. It is much the same with lying-in women. Heaven permits this forgetfulness that the world may be peopled, and that folks may take journeys to Provence.
Philosophy. . . is the creative perception by the spirit of the meaning of human existence.
And Mary J. Blige, she's got all these fur coats and hats and stuff. She's good; I like her.
I had to lull Mom and Hank into believing I was in the right frame of mind to be taken into public. If I exited my bedroom foaming at the mouth and dressed in black LOVE SUCKS tee, my plan would never get off the ground.
What importance can we attach to the things of this world? Friendship? It disappears when the one who is liked comes to grief, or the one who likes becomes powerful. Love? it is deceived, fleeting, or guilty. Fame? You share it with mediocrity or crime. Fortune? Could that frivolity be counted a blessing? All that remains are those so-called happy days that flow past unnoticed in the obscurity of domestic cares, leaving man with the desire neither to lose his life nor to begin it over.