Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they come Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots. I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces. Now they are nothing, they are not even babies. I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods. They will wonder if I was important.
A great many complimentary things have been said about the faculty of memory, and if you look in a good quotation book you will find them neatly arranged.
Memory [is] like a purse,--if it be over-full that it cannot shut, all will drop out of it. Take heed of a gluttonous curiosity to feed on many things, lest the greediness of the appetite of thy memory spoil the digestion thereof.
But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will.
The painful memories of the past will shape our future; the moments we cherish last forever in a beautiful array of remembrance.
Boys will be boys, and so will a lot of middle-aged men.
A women knows how to keep quiet when she is in the right, whereas a man, when he is in the right, will keep on talking.
Husbands are awkward things to deal with; even keeping them in hot water will not make them tender.
It is the woman who chooses the man who will choose her.
Where there is marriage without love, there will be love without marriage.
Because I am a woman, I must make unusual efforts to succeed. If I fail, no one will say, "She doesn't have what it takes." They will say, "Women don't have what it takes. -Clare Boothe Luce.
As blushing will sometimes make a whore pass for a virtuous woman, so modesty may make a fool seem a man of sense.
Parents: persons who spend half their time worrying how a child will turn out, and the rest of the time wondering when a child will turn in.
He knows little, who will tell his wife all he knows.
The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the homeâwill the woman let him? I answer yes. Because then he becomes one of the children.
The kind of power mothers have is enormous. Take the skyline of Istanbulâenormous breasts, pathetic little willies, a final revenge on Islam. I was so scared I had to crouch in the bottom of the boat when I saw it.
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.
There is always a chance that he who sets himself up as his brother's keeper will end up by being his jail-keeper.
Don't you realize that as long as you have to sit down to pee, you'll never be a dominant force in the world? You'll never be a convincing technocrat or middle manager. Because people will know. She's in there sitting down.
A gentleman will not insult me, and no man not a gentleman can insult me.
Every mother generally hopes that her daughter will snag a better husband than she managed to do...but she's certain that her boy will never get as great a wife as his father did.
Who will not mercie unto others show, How can he mercie ever hope to have?
We should try to succeed by merit, not by favor. He who does well will always have patrons enough. [Lat., Virtute ambire oportet, non favitoribus. Sat habet favitorum semper, qui recte facit.]
Contemporaries appreciate the man rather than his merit; posterity will regard the merit rather than the man.