Physicians, of all men, are most happy: whatever good success soever they have, the world proclaimeth and what faults they commit, the earth covereth.
Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
A true man hates no one.
I hate women because they always know where things are.
Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family: Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.
Whatever they may be in public life, whatever their relations with men, in their relations with women, all men are rapists and that's all they are. They rape us with their eyes, their laws, their codes.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
Such a wife as I want... must be young, handsome I lay most stress upon a good shape, sensible a little learning will do, well-bread, chaste, and tender. As to religion, a moderate stock will satisfy me. She must believe in God and hate a saint.
Hate shuts her soul when dove-eyed mercy pleads.
Whatever come we have to meet it.
My life can be so arranged that I can live on whatever I have. If I cannot live as I have lived in the past, I shall live differently, and living differently does not mean living with less attention to the things that make life gracious and pleasant or with less enjoyment of things of the mind.
Paranoids are people, too; they have their own problems. It's easy to criticize, but if everybody hated you, you'd be paranoid too.
There are only two kinds of scholars; those who love ideas and those who hate them.
If I seem to give a damn, please tell me. I would hate to be giving the wrong impression.
Happiness hates the timid! So does science! - Strange Interlude, 1928.
Whenever you eliminate the inedible, whatever remains, however unpalatable, must be food.
It belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured. - Agricola.
They were doing a full back shot of me in a swimsuit and I thought, Oh my God, I have to be so brave. See, every woman hates herself from behind.
Most men hate to shop. That's why the men's department is usually on the first floor of a department store, two inches from the door.
Ah! replied my gentle fair, Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou, whatever suits the line: Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage, or Doris, Only, only, call me thine.
Patriotism is when love of your own people comes first; nationalism, when hate for people other than your own comes first.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.