Quotes, Quotations and Sayings

The brain can be easy to buy, but the heart never comes to market.

From '86 until the summer of last year, wherever I went, people would say, ''You would have made a great James Bond! Weren't you going to be James Bond? You should have been, you could have been, you may have been.'' Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. It was like unfinished business in my life. I couldn't say no to it this time around.

There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.

Dan: "Wow, I'm a complete idiot!" James: "Okay hold on, lemme get this on paper.

Those who know the truth are not equal to those who love it Confucius All truth is safe and nothing else is safe, but he who keeps back truth, or withholds it from men, from motives of expediency, is either a coward or a criminal.

You're so violent. You watch James Bond.

Henry James created more convincing women than Iris Murdoch put together.

Erwin: "Where are you going?" James: "To my woom" Erwin: "Your WOMB? That's a long, tight trip!

A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the center of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy. At the end of the lecture a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said 'What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise.' The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, 'What is the turtle standing on' 'You're very clever, young man, very clever,' said the little old lady. 'But it's turtles all the way down.'

But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.

Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet.

Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.

Dan: "Ya know when cats are fat they're bigger than the ones who aren't fat, did ya know that?" James: "No Dan I didn't. Please do expand" Dan: "Huh?

Russel W.: Ahhh! Mithess wahner, ah gah ih ah ma tahn!!! Mrs. Wagner: (without looking up from her grade book) Shut up, Russel. (Russel chewed on an erasable pen too much and it blew up in his mouth.)

(During a conversation about male organs) Joe: I like to think of mine as "Little Joe". Jeff: I call mine Russel. Joe: Russel? Jeff: Russel the Love Muscle.

A happy life must be to a great extent a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy dare live.Bertrand Russell

Henry James writes fiction as if it were a painful duty.

Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title, James Spalding, or Charles Budgeon, and the passengers going the opposite way could read nothing at all -- save ''a man with a red moustache,'' ''a young man in gray smoking a pipe.''

Deborah: My friend said she might come to the next meeting. James: Is she hot? Deborah: No, but she's Canadian!

As I have discovered by examining my past, I started out as a child. Coincidentally, so did my brother. My mother did not put all her eggs in one basket, so to speak she gave me a younger brother named Russel, who taught me what was meant by survival of the fittest.

The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.

I have always been of the mind that in a democracy manners are the only effective weapons against the bowie-knife.

Carter This is the United States of James Carter here. I'm the president, I'm the emperor, I'm the king. I'm Michael Jackson, you Tito

What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new -- and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.

All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

Why don't you write books people can read?;"Nora Joyce, to her husband James

The misfortunes hardest to bear are these which never came.

Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof; it is temporary expedient, often wise in party politics, almost sure to be unwise ;in statesmanship.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or by the handle.

Greatly begin. Though thou have time, but for a line, be that sublime . Not failure, but low aim is crime.

They talk about their Pilgrim blood, their birthright high and holy! a mountain-stream that ends in mud thinks is melancholy.

I had rather have a plain, russet-coated Captain, that knows what he fights for, and loves what he knows, than that which you call a Gentle-man and is nothing else.

What a sense of security in an old book which time has criticized for us.

Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

Life is the jailer, death the angel sent to draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.

Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but it is the light by which the world looks for and finds merit.

They are slaves who fear to speak, for the fallen and the weak.

The question of common sense is ''what is it good for?'' A question which would abolish the rose and be answered triumphantly by the cabbage.

The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.

Not failure, but low aim, is crime.

A sneer is the weapon of the weak.

A wise skepticism is the first attribute of a good critic.

Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.

Democracy give every man the right to be his own oppressor.

To educate the intelligence is to expand the horizon of its wants and desires.

Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.

Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, and cries reproachful: ''Was it then my praise, and not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth; I claim of thee the promise of thy youth.''

The true ideal is not opposed to the real but lies in it; and blessed are the eyes that find it.

The idol is the measure of the worshipper.