Quotes, Quotations and Sayings

The old know what they want; the young are sad and bewildered.

If you want to be thought a liar, always tell the truth.

An improper mind is a perpetual feast.

If I owe Smith ten dollars and God forgives me, that doesn't pay Smith.

The Pursuit of Happiness,-Will Smith

The lusts and greeds of the body scandalize the Soul but it has to come to heel.

Don't tell your friends their social faults they will cure the fault and never forgive you.

I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.

I cannot forgive my friends for dying I do not find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.

I cannot forgive my friends for dying; I do not find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.

The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.

If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.

Man, born of woman, has found it a hard thing to forgive her for giving him birth. The patriarchal protest against the ancient matriarch has borne strange fruit through the years.

To find the point where hypothesis and fact meet; the delicate equilibrium between dream and reality; the place where fantasy and earthly things are metamorphosed into a work of art; the hour when faith in the future becomes knowledge of the past; to lay down one's power for others in need; to shake off the old ordeal and get ready for the new; to question, knowing that never can the full answer be found; to accept uncertainties quietly, even our incomplete knowledge of God; this is what man's journey is about, I think.

Joe: What is known as the United States' attic? Andy: Massachusetts? Joe: No, the Smithsonian. (Later...) Andy: What was the name of Barbara Walters' first television partner? Joe: Jack Dempsey?;"During a game of Trivial Pursuit at 2 in the morning.

A Smith & Wesson beats four aces.

Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly.

Talk is cheap. But if it keeps your stomach full and your grave empty, it's worth more than gold" -Mike Smith

Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.

Solvency is entirely a matter of temperament and not of income.

The vitality of a new movement in Art must be gauged by the fury it arouses.

The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.

Thank Heaven, the sun has gone in, and I don't have to go out and enjoy it.

Uncultivated minds are not full of wild flowers, like uncultivated fields. Villainous weeds grow in them, and they are full of toads.

A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.

Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.

What can be added to the happiness of a man who is in health, out of debt, and has a clear conscience?-Adam Smith

What joy can the years bring half so sweet as the unhappiness they've taken away?

All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.

There is one thing that matters -- to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people.

To fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise for it is to think that we know what we do not know. For anything that men can tell, death may be the greatest good that can happen to them but they fear it as if they knew quite well that it was the greatest of evils. And what is this but that shameful ignorance of thinking that we know what we do not know

People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.

The test of a vocation is the love of the drudgery it involves.

Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse.Adam Smith

Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites.

A best-seller is the golden touch of mediocre talent.

When you stop learning, stop listening, stop looking and asking questions, always new questions, then it is time to die.

Rich folks always talk hard times.

Begin somewhere: you cannot build a reputation on what you intend to do.

What pursuit is more elegant than that of collecting the ignominies of our nature and transfixing them for show, each on the bright pin of a polished phrase?

There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.

To believe in something not yet proved and to underwrite it with our lives: it is the only way we can leave the future open. Man, surrounded by facts, permitting himself no surmise, no intuitive flash, no great hypothesis, no risk, is in a locked cell. Ignorance cannot seal the mind and imagination more surely.

Then I though of reading -- the nice and subtle happiness of reading ... this joy not dulled by age, this polite and unpunishable vice, this selfish, serene, lifelong intoxication.

Sometimes when I'm swimming, I think that maybe someday I'll put my red Speedo up for auction. Or maybe I'll donate it to the Smithsonian. They can stuff it with two plums and a gherkin and put it on display.

Charming people live up to the very edge of their charm, and behave as outrageously as the world lets them.

What's more enchanting than the voices of young people, when you can't hear what they say?

We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stutter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.

What culture lacks is the taste for anonymous, innumerable germination. Culture is smitten with counting and measuring; it feels out of place and uncomfortable with the innumerable; its efforts tend, on the contrary, to limit the numbers in all domains; it tries to count on its fingers.