People who are sensible about love are incapable of it. -Douglas Yates.

Main chance. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.

The most conservative persons I ever met are college undergraduates. The radicals are the men past middle life.

A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman. Eternal love and instant payment!

Don't you realize that as long as you have to sit down to pee, you'll never be a dominant force in the world? You'll never be a convincing technocrat or middle manager. Because people will know. She's in there sitting down.

We are all the President's men.

Now let us sing, long live the king.

Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle? He was all for love and a little for the bottle.

The shortest distance between two points is under construction.

Christianity is a source; no one supply of water and refreshment that comes from it can be called the sum of Christianity. It is a mistake, and may lead to much error, to exhibit any series of maxims, even those of the Sermon on the Mount, as the ultimate sum and formula into which Christianity may be run up.

I take to-day a wife, and my election Is led on in the conduct of my will-- My will enkindled my by mine and ears Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of will and judgment.

The statesman cannot govern without stability of belief, true or false.

In the cookies of life, friends are the chocolate chips.

If you are not in fashion, you are nobody. - "Letter to his son", April 30, 1750.

Whatever the number of a man's friends, there will be times in his life when he has one too few; but if he has only one enemy, he is lucky indeed if he has not one too many.

Without wonder and insight, acting is just a trade. With it, it becomes creation.

If a man owns land, the land owns him.

After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair-- The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing-- And Winter, slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

We shall meet but we shall miss her.