A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run. |
A short absence is the safest. |
All rowed fast but none so fast as stroke. |
Could we see when and where we would meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye. |
Familiarity is a magician that is cruel to beauty but kind to ugliness. |
I asked her where she was from. She said, ‘Well, I used to be from New Orleans, but I’m not any more.’ Then she looked at her mama and said, ‘Where are we from?’ |
I'm giving you a chance to do something to control your own destiny. Do something good. Don't sit back and just wring your hands and say the world is terrible. |
If all feeling for grace and beauty were not extinguished in the mass of mankind at the actual moment, such a method of locomotion as cycling could never have found acceptance; no man or woman with the slightest aesthetic sense could assume the ludicrous position necessary for it. |
In a few generations more, there will probably be no room at all allowed for animals on the earth: no need of them, no toleration of them. An immense agony will have then ceased, but with it there will also have passed away the last smile of the world's youth. |
Petty laws breed great crimes. |
Sport inevitably creates deadness of feeling. No one could take pleasure in it who was sensitive to suffering; and therefore its pursuit by women is much more to be regretted than its pursuit by men, because women pursue much more violently and recklessly what they pursue at all. |
Take hope from the heart of man and you make him a beast of prey. |
The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity. |
The song that we hear with our ears is only the song that is sung in our hearts. |
To vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery. |