Emotions and Feelings

an optimist is a guy

Is it not passing brave to be a king,

My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns,

Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.

Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.

I shot the sheriff

True reconciliation does not consist in merely forgetting the past.

So I really think that American gentlemen are the best after all, because kissing your hand may make you feel very very good but a diamond and safire bracelet lasts forever.

Gentlemen prefer blondes.

Something attempted, something done,

Let us, then, be up and doing,

The heights by great men reached and kept

The cares that infest the day

I shot an arrow into the air,

Come to the edge.

You may fool all the people some of the time; you can even fool some of the people all the time; but you can’t fool all of the people all the time.

The Lord prefers common-looking people. That is the reason he makes so many of them.

I think the necessity of being ready increases. Look to it.

Let us have faith that right makes might, and in that faith, let us, to the end, dare to do our duty as we understand it.

What of October, that ambiguous month, the month of tension, the unendurable month?

Our language lacks words to express this offence, the demolition of a man.

Is it progress if a cannibal uses knife and fork?

There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness or death.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,