Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference |
Style is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward |
Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on. |
Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure off the second. |
The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security. |
The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise |
The best way out is always through. |
The best way out is always through. |
The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office. |
The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race |
The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything. |
The difference between a job and a career is the difference between forty and sixty hours a week |
The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them |
The dog barks backwards without getting up; I can remember when he was a pup |
The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. |