Emotions and Feelings

Boys will be boys, and so will a lot of middle-aged men.

The most wasted day of all is that in which we have not laughed.

For it is in giving that we receive.

A glimpse is not a vision. But to a man on a mountain road by night, a glimpse of the next three feet of road may matter more than a vision of the horizon.

Now and then an innocent man is sent to the legislature.

There are those who will say that the liberation of humanity, the freedom of man and mind, is nothing but a dream. They are right. It is the American dream.

 

There’s no secret about success. Did you ever know a successful man who didn’t tell you about it?

Hope smiles on the threshold of the year to come, whispering that it will be happier.

The wit of conversation consists more in finding it in others than in showing a great deal yourself.

Why doesn’t the fellow who says “I’m no speechmaker” let it go at that instead of giving a demonstration?

The safest road to hell is the gradual one—the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.

 

Come good times or bad, there is always a market for things nobody needs.

It is only our bad temper that we put down to being tired or worried or hungry; we put our good temper down to ourselves.

 

Life is short and we never have enough time for gladdening the hearts of those who travel the way with us. Oh, be swift to love! Make haste to be kind.

Forgiving and being forgiven are two names for the same thing. The important thing is that a discord has been resolved.

I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

I think there is no suffering greater than what is caused by the doubts of those who want to believe.

I think there is no suffering greater than what is caused by the doubts of those who want to believe.

To be misunderstood even by those whom one loves is the cross and bitterness of life.

You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering.

I never saw a wild thing Sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without ever having felt sorry for itself.

And what’s romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it’s always daisy-time.

Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains.

Anger is the fluid that love bleeds when you cut it.