Clearness marks the sincerity of philosophers. [Fr., La clarte est la bonne foi des philosophes.]
Compassion is the only one of the human emotions the Lord permitted Himself and it has carried the divine flavor ever since.
When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might require, 'E went an' took--the same as me.
Amongst so many borrowed things, am glad if I can steal one, disguising and altering it for some new service.
Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll, In pleasing memory of all he stole; How here he sipp'd, how there he plunder'd snug, And suck'd all o'er like an industrious bug.
Do not envy a sinner; you don't know what disaster awaits him.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
It is happy for you that possess the talent of pleasing with delicacy. May I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are the result of previous study?
The rule of my life is to make business a pleasure, and pleasure my business.
Let the fictitious sources of pleasure be as near as possible to the true. [Lat., Ficta voluptatis causa sint proxima veris.]
I live and reign since I have abandoned those pleasures which you by your praises extol to the skies. [Lat., Vivo et regno, simul ista reliqui Quae vos ad coelum effertis rumore secundo.]
The rule of my life is to make business a pleasure, and pleasure my business.
I despise the pleasure of pleasing people that I despise.
Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.
Whenever you are sincerely pleased you are nourished.
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during a moment.
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul.".
While Fell was reposing himself in the hay, A reptile concealed bit his leg as he lay; But, all venom himself, of the wound he made light, And got well, while the scorpion died of the bite.
Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy.
One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.
Politics is the art of preventing people from sticking their noses in things that are properly their business.
What a crazy world we live in! Trying to treat addiction as a legal problem, and trying to treat criminal misbehaviors using guns as a medical problem! Beam me up, Scotty. Ain't no intelligent life down here.
Democracy consists of choosing your dictators, after they've told you what it is you want to hear.
Watergate showed more strengths in our system than weaknesses... The whole country did take part in quite a genuine sense in passing judgment on Richard Nixon.
Beguiled by George S. Bush's easy smile and casual indifference to the details, we are on the brink of electing him to office. This isn't choosing a president, it's casting the lead in a sitcom about the presidency.