Few of us have vitality enough to make any of our instincts imperious.
It is the nature of truth to struggle to the light.
Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.
My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.
Let the music speak to us of tonight, in a happier language than our own.
Any woman who is sure of her own wits, is a match, at any time, for a man who is not sure of his own temper.
The books - the generous friends who met me without suspicion - the merciful masters who never used me ill!
Live each day as if it were your last. Learn as if you would live forever.
It has been observed that one's nose is never so happy as when thrust into the affairs of others from which some physiologists have drawn the inference that the nose is devoid of the sense of smell.
With blue vinyl-tile floor, pale-green wainscoating, pink walls, a yellow ceiling, and orange-and-white stork-patterned drapes, the expectant fathers' lounge churned with the negative energy of color overload. It would have served well as the nervous-making set for a nightmare about a children's-show host who led a secret life as an ax murderer. The chain-smoking clown didn't improve the ambience.
Anger is meant to be acted on. It is not meant to be acted out. Anger points the direction. We are meant to use anger as fuel to take the actions we need to move where our anger points us. With a little thought, we can usually translate the message that our anger is sending us.