If a little is great, and a lot is better, then way too much is just about right!
A lot of people don't realize that depression is an illness. I don't wish it on anyone, but if they would know how it feels, I swear they would think twice before they just shrug it.
Every beauty which is seen here by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all are come.
By desiring little, a poor man makes himself rich.
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
Most ballet teachers in the United States are terrible. If they were in medicine, everyone would be poisoned.
I want to put a ding in the universe.
I recommend that the Statue of Liberty be supplemented by a Statue of Responsibility on the west coast.
There is not such a cradle of democracy upon the earth as the Free Public Library, this republic of letters, where neither rank, office, nor wealth receives the slightest consideration.
Rich men's houses are seldom beautiful, rarely comfortable, and never original. It is a constant source of surprise to people of moderate means to observe how little a big fortune contributes to Beauty.
Airplane travel is nature's way of making you look like your passport photo.
I am not interested in picking up crumbs of compassion thrown from the table of someone who considers himself my master. I want the full menu of rights.
It seldom happens that any felicity comes so pure as not to be tempered and allayed by some mixture of sorrow.
In terms of an identity, an identity reflects an individuality, by definition. And, if there is a quality present, it is recognizable and it can be named. If you can't name it, it means you don't recognize it.
Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.
I hope I shall possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an honest man.
It's better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone.
A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.
Get off your butt and join the Marines!
Reverence does not die with mortals, nor does it perish whether they live or die.