“Talk to a man about himself and he will listen for hours.”

Plagiarists, at least, have the merit of preservation.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

The wisdom of the wise and the experience of the ages are perpetuated by quotations.

Life is too short to be little. Man is never so manly as when he feels deeply, acts boldly, and expresses himself with frankness and with fervor.

How much easier it is to be critical than to be correct.

A precedent embalms a principle.

There is no gambling like politics.

Courage is fire, and bullying is smoke.

There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.

Nurture your minds with great thoughts. To believe in the heroic makes heroes.

Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle, Old Age a regret.

We moralize among ruins.

Moderation is the center wherein all philosophies, both human and divine, meet.

Seeing much, suffering much, and studying much, are the three pillars of learning.

My idea of an agreeable person is a person who agrees with me.

Circumstances are beyond human control, but our conduct is in our own power.

An hour or two of learning from the masters is usually enough to recharge my artistic batteries.

There are no two hours alike. Every hour is unique and the only one given at the moment, exclusive and endlessly precious.

We forfeit the right to worship God as long as we continue to humiliate negroes. … The hour calls for moral grandeur and spiritual audacity.

I want to be a Texan 24 hours a day.

We would talk on the phone for hours, philosophically and theologically, about all of these issues.

An outrageous instinct to love and be loved executed your brain every hour on the hour.

I’m ready to go. I’m not going to sit in a makeup chair for an hour and be like, “Then I’ll go get the story.”

Were you already here?” he asked. “Yeah.” “Didn’t you just bring her home from work two hours ago?” “Yeah.” Tripp chuckled and shook his head. “Did you even leave?” “No.