I'll be damned if death wears my sadness as glad rags.
Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.
My life has often been described as 'from rags to riches' but in fact, the Ross's were never raggedy.
And so when I couldn't stand it no longer, I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied.
Nature is a rag merchant, who works up every shred and ort and end into new creations.
Nature is a rag-merchant, who works up every shred and ort and end into new creations; like a good chemist, whom I found, the other day, in his laboratory, converting his old shirts into pure white sugar.
Though Diogenes lived in a tub, there might be, for aught I know, as much pride under his rags, as in the fine-spun garments of the divine Plato.
Virtue shows quite as well in rags and patches as she does in purple and fine linen.
You have to keep taking the next necessary stitch, and the next one, and the next. Without stitches, you just have rags. And we are not rags.
There is no scandal like rags, nor any crime so shameful as poverty.
We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.
A lean, loose-jointed Negro had commenced plunking a guitar beside me while I slept. His clothes were rags; his feet peeped out of his shoes. His face had on it some of the sadness of the ages. As he played, he pressed a knife on the strings of the guitar in a manner popularized by Hawaiian guitarists who used steel bars. The effect was unforgettable.
I've done my damndest to rip a reader's nerves to rags, I don't want him satisfied.
The Nazis were well dressed. Today's racists are a rag-tag bunch with no sense of style or panache.
The most dangerous lechers and creeps are not drunks wearing rags on the street, but respectable men wearing hairspray, pinstripes, and wedding rings who lurk in the halls of power.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
I had a white senator call me a rag head, and I had an African-American legislator call me a conservative with a tan.
I will never understand children. I never pretended to. I meet mothers all the time who make resolutions to themselves. 'I'm going to. . . go out of my way to show them I am interested in them and what they do. I am going to understand my children. ' These women end up making rag rugs, using blunt scissors.
Rags, wretchedness, poverty and dirt, those signs and symbols that indicate the presence of [Muslim] rule more surely than the crescent-flag itself, abound.
Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.