The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug. |
The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's |
The educated Southerner has no use for an 'R', except at the beginning of a word. |
The elastic heart of youth cannot be compressed into one constrained shape long at a time. |
The English are mentioned in the Bible: Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth |
The existing phrasebooks are inadequate. They are well enough as far as they go, but when you fall down and skin your leg they don't tell you what to say. |
The face of the water, in time, became a wonderful book -- a book that was a dead language to the uneducated passenger, but which told its mind to me without reserve, delivering its most cherished secrets as clearly as if it uttered them with a voice. |
The fact that man knows right from wrong proves his intellectual superiority to other creatures; but the fact that he can do wrong proves his moral inferiority to any creature that cannot. |
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. |
The first half of life consists of the capacity to enjoy without the chance; the last half of life consists of the chance without the capacity |
The first half of my life I went to school, the second half of my life I got an education. |
The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year. |
The funerals of these, ... do not occur often enough. |
The Ganges front is the supreme showplace of Benares. Its tall bluffs are solidly caked from water to summit, along a stretch of three miles, with a splendid jumble of massive and picturesque masonry, a bewildering and beautiful confusion of stone platforms, temples, stair flights, rich and stately palaces....soaring stairways, sculptured temples, majestic palaces, softening away into the distances; and there is movement, motion, human life everywhere, and brilliantly costumed - streaming in rainbows up and down the lofty stairways, and massed in metaphorical gardens on the mile of great platforms at the river's edge. |
The gentle reader will never, never know what a consummate ass he can become until he goes abroad. |