“Every dog must have his day.”

This made me reflect, how vain an attempt it is for a man to endeavor to do himself honor among those who are out of all degree of equality or comparison with him.

Wise people are never less alone than when they are alone.

Argument is the worst sort of conversation.

There’s none so blind as they that won’t see.

Live every day as your last, because one of these days, it will be.

Nothing is so hard for those who abound in riches as to conceive how others can be in want.

I said there was a society of men among us, bred up from their youth in the art of proving by words multiplied for the purpose, that white is black, and black is white, according as they are paid. To this society all the rest of the people are as slaves.

A wise man should have money in his head, but not in his heart.

When a true genius appears, you can know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in a confederacy against him.

I’m as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth.

Brisk talkers are generally slow thinkers.

Religion seems to have grown an infant with age, and requires miracles to nurse it, as it had in its infancy.

Reason is a very light rider, and easily shook off.

Good manners is the art of making those people easy with whom we converse. Whoever makes the fewest people uneasy is the best bred in the room.

A tavern is a place where madness is sold by the bottle.

Words are but wind; and learning is nothing but words; ergo, learning is nothing but wind.

And some days, all she needs is to lay beneath the crescent moon and let the earth hold her.

Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.

It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.

Fear doesn’t go away. The warrior and the artist live by the same code of necessity, which dictates that the battle must be fought anew every day.

These are the days when the Christian is expected to praise every creed except his own.

Unforgiveness is the poison you drink every day hoping that the other person will die.

On some days you get what you want, and on others, you get what you need.

Daydream, imagine, and reflect. It’s the source of infinite creativity.