If I had more time, I would have written a shorter letter |
If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are? |
If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby "it." |
If you haven't the strength to impose your own terms upon life, you must accept the terms it offers you. |
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal. |
In a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. |
In my beginning is my end. |
In my end is my beginning. |
In the room the women come and go / Talking of Michelangelo. |
In the seventeenth century a dissociation of sensibility set in. |
In the vain laughter of folly, wisdom hears half its applause. |
It cannot be inherited, and if you want it you must obtain it by great labor. |
It ends not with a bang, but a whimper. |
It is generally a feminine eye that first detects the moral deficiencies hidden under the 'dear deceit' of beauty. |
It is impossible to design a system so perfect that no one needs to be good. |