Emotions and Feelings

No one would remember the Good

To those waiting with bated breath for that favourite media catchphrase, the U-turn, I have only this to say. ‘You turn if you want; the lady’s not for turning.’

I stand before you tonight in my red chiffon evening gown, my face softly made up, my fair hair gently waved … the Iron Lady of the Western World! Me? A cold war warrior? Well, yes—if that is how they wish to interpret my defence of values and freedoms fundamental to our way of life.

Let nothing trouble you, nothing frighten you. All things are passing; God never changes. Patient endurance attains all things. Whoever possesses God lacks nothing: God alone suffices.

Let nothing trouble you, nothing frighten you. All things are passing; God never changes. Patient endurance attains all things. Whoever possesses God lacks nothing: God alone suffices.

Surtout, Messieurs, point de zèle.

A stick and a string, with a fly at one end and a fool at the other.

Ubi saeva indignatio ulterius cor lacerare nequit.

Good God! what a genius I had when I wrote that book.

So geographers, in Afric-maps,

So, naturalists observe, a flea

When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.

Last week I saw a woman flayed, and you will hardly believe, how much it altered her person for the worse.

He was a bold man that first eat an oyster.

She wears her clothes, as if they were thrown on her with a pitchfork.

I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a young healthy child well nursed is at a year old a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled, and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee, or a ragout.

We are so fond of one another, because our ailments are the same.

I have heard of a man who had a mind to sell his house, and therefore carried a piece of brick in his pocket, which he shewed as a pattern to encourage purchasers.

Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody’s face but their own.

Instead of dirt and poison we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.

Life is a gamble at terrible odds—if it was a bet, you wouldn’t take it.

Eternity’s a terrible thought. I mean, where’s it all going to end?

I was the giant great and still

I have a little shadow that goes in and out