Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.

What is true is already so. Owning up to it doesn't make it worse. Not being open about it doesn't make it go away. And because it's true, it is what is there to be interacted with. Anything untrue isn't there to be lived. People can stand what is true, for they are already enduring it.

Eugene T. Gendlin

You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me.

C. S. Lewis

Whatever it takes to finish things, finish. You will learn more from a glorious failure than you ever will from something you never finished.

Neil Gaiman

People will in a great degree, and not without reason, form their opinion of you by that they have of your friends, as, says the

Proverb

The cost of living has gone up another dollar a quart.

W. C. Fields

There are people, also, who cannot believe that beauty and gaiety are a part of goodness. When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.

Edith Sitwell

Obscenity is whatever happens to shock some elderly and ignorant magistrate.

Bertrand Russell

Hollywood has a history of raising expectations beyond Washington's reach, of appealing to the very American desire to mythologize political leaders, particularly the president.

Ron Fournier

However important it is that love shall precede marriage, it is far more important that it shall continue after marriage.

Samson Raphael Hirsch

The dove loves when it quarrels; the wolf hates when it flatters.

Saint Augustine

I tell girls all the time that the men that have fallen in love with me, have all fallen during a man repeller stage... funny how life works out like that.

Rachel Roy

If a person were to try stripping the disguises from actors while they play a scene upon stage, showing to the audience their real looks and the faces they were born with, would not such a one spoil the whole play ? And would not the spectators think he deserved to be driven out of the theatre with brickbats, as a drunken disturber ?... Now what else is the whole life of mortals but a sort of comedy, in which the various actors, disguised by various costumes and masks, walk on and play each one his part, until the manager waves them off the stage ? Moreover, this manager frequently bids the same actor to go back in a different costume, so that he who has but lately played the king in scarlet now acts the flunkey in patched clothes. Thus all things are presented by shadows.

Desiderius Erasmus, The Praise o