To act one must disregard some of the possible consequences of one’s actions: this we call morality.
I would be more willing to speculate on the motives of others if I had a clearer understanding of my own.
Why must the mousy bookworm blossom into a beauty, the malingerer become a battle hero, the hard-bitten hooker turn out true-blue? Because it makes a change.
All other emotions dissolve in the bottomless reservoir of self-pity.
The voting will continue until results improve.
Whereof one may not speak, thereof one sees a great deal.
To act one must disregard some of the possible consequences of one’s actions: this we call morality.
The imposing edifice of accepted opinion is surrounded by a narrow, rather weedy patch of lawn: this is acceptable opinion. It is barely visible from a distance and will soon vanish altogether.
Not a few men combine a thorough grounding in the principles of an art with no taste in it whatever. The principles are not forgotten; on the contrary, they are applied to excess.
When you can’t be frank, be clever, and when you can’t be clever, be quiet.