“There is no praise to bear the sort that you put in your pocket.”

There is nothing so necessary for men as dancing.

I always do the first line well, but I have trouble doing the others.

The road is long fro the project to its completion.

The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it.

Nothing can be fairer, or more noble, than the holy fervor of true zeal.

The scandal of the world is what makes the offence; it is not sinful to sin in silence.

There is no secret of the heart which our actions do not disclose.

The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.

We must take the good with the bad; For the good when it’s good, is so very good That the bad when it’s bad can’t be bad!

He who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.

There are pretenders to piety as well as to courage.

Virtue is the first title of nobility.

Hypocrisy is a fashionable vice, and all fashionable vices pass for virtue.

Perfect good sense shuns all extremity, content to couple wisdom with sobriety.

They would have everybody be as blind as themselves: to them, to be clear-sighted is libertinism.

It’s an odd job, making decent people laugh.

Five out, zero in, and that’s the way we play basketball, screen and roll here and there, pocket passes everywhere; it’s what it’s about.

Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician.

An excuse which, if carried to its legitimate conclusion, would leave our business men weeping on one another’s shoulders over human frailty, while they picked one another’s pockets.

The appeal to the white man’s pocket has ever been more effectual than all the appeals ever made to his conscience.

Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket

Even as a kid, I wore J.C. Penney plain-pocket jeans because they were plain pockets.

Most of our pocket wisdom is conceived for the use of mediocre people, to discourage them from ambitious attempts, and generally console them in their mediocrity.

If it wasn’t for pick-pockets I’d have no sex life at all.