The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of. Helen Keller -Charles H. Perkhurst.
If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing. -Marc Chagall.
Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.
Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
Hell is more bearable than nothingness.
Hell is oneself; Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
Nothing is so soothing to our self-esteem as to find our bad traits in our forebears. It seems to absolve us.
History is nothing but a pack of tricks that we play on the dead.
We learn nothing from history except that we learn nothing from history.
History is an illogical record. It hinges on nothing. It is a story that changes, and has accidents, and recovers with scars.
History is nothing but a pack of tricks that we play upon the dead.
The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different.
There are people who read too much: bibliobibuli. I know some who are constantly drunk on books, as other men are drunk on whiskey or religion. They wander through this most diverting and stimulating of worlds in a haze, seeing nothing and hearing nothing.
One of the lessons of history is that 'nothing' is often a good thing to do and always a clever thing to say.
I once asked my history teacher how we were expected to learn anything useful from his subject, when it seemed to me to be nothing but a monotonous and sordid succession of robber baron scumbags devoid of any admirable human qualities. I failed history.
One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do and always a clever thing to say.
Nothing is improbable until it moves into past tense.
If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
Madame, that you may know the state of the rest of my misfortune, there is nothing left to me but honor, and my life, which is saved. [Lat., Madame, pour vous faire savoir comme se porte le reste de mon infortune, de toutes choses m'est demeure que l'honneur et la vie qui est sauve.]
A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.
Morgan!--She ain't nothing else, and I've got the papers to prove it. Sired by Chippewa Chief, and twelve hundred dollars won't buy her. Briggs of Turlumme owned her. Did you know Briggs of Turlumme?-- Busted hisself in White Pine and blew out his brains down in Frisco?
People can say what they like about the eternal verities, love and truth and so on, but nothing's as eternal as the dishes.