The discreet man finds out the talents of those he converses with, and knows how to apply them to proper uses. Accordingly, if we look into particular communities and divisions of men, we may observe that it is the discreet man, not the witty, nor the learned, nor the brave, who guides the conversation, and gives measures to the society.
Like all sciences and all valuations, the psychology of women has hitherto been considered only from the point of view of men.
I identify more with women than with men. I guess I have a strong feminine side.
People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they don't want it.
I never miss a chance to have sex or appear on television.
A witty vicar once said that a good marriage is like a pair of scissors with the couple inseparable joined, often moving in opposite directions, yet always destroying anyone who comes between them. The trick is for the blades to learn to work smoothly together, so as not to cut each other.
You have to love your children unselfishly. That's hard. But it's the only way.
If you can't tell a spoon from a ladle, then you're fat!
I hate reality but it's still the best place to get a good steak.
I think I am, therefore, I am. . . I think.
The army slew a thousand and showed little pity The king ordered fealty from the conquered city The prince charmed its people with words wise and witty And the queen sat on a couch, looking very pretty
Nothing spoils a good story like the arrival of an eyewitness.
Grove giveth and Gates taketh away.
Who the hell wants to hear actors talk?
He grinned. “Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless — and shockingly handsome — alter ego. ” “And I’m on top of it,” she announced with witty triumph. “Is that a Freudian slip?” His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
It destroys one's nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.
Luck is the residue of design.
Once I pulled a job, I was so stupid. I picked a guy's pocket on an airplane and made a run for it.
Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.
History is not just cruel. It is witty.
