Dude: I been goin' in the back door. They haven't been lettin' me in the front. Chance: Think you're good enough?... Dude: I'd like to find out. Chance: So would I.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To have striven so hard, to have molded a public personality out of so amorphous an identity, to have sustained that superhuman ef...fort only to end with every weakness disclosed and every error compounding the downfall--that was a fate of biblical proportions. Evidently the Deity would not tolerate the presumption that all can be manipulated; an object lesson of the limits of human presumption was necessary.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He that will consider the infinite power, wisdom, and goodness of the Creator of all things, will find reason to think it was not ...all laid out upon so inconsiderable, mean, and impotent a creature as he will find man to be; who, in all probability, is one of the lowest of all intellectual beings.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Stay-at-home mothers, . . . their self-esteem constantly assaulted, . . . are ever more fervently concerned that their offspring t...urn out better so they won't have to stoop to say "I told you so." Working mothers, . . . their self-esteem corroded by guilt, . . . are praying their kids turn out functional so they can stop being defensive and apologetic and instead assert "See? I did do it all."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have no conscience, none, but I would not like to bring a soul into this world. When it sinned and when it suffered something li...ke a dead hand would fall on me,--"You did it, you, for your own pleasure you created this thing! See your work!" If it lived to be eighty it would always hang like a millstone round my neck, have the right to demand good from me, and curse me for its sorrow. A parent is only like to God: if his work turns out bad so much the worse for him; he dare not wash his hands of it. Time and years can never bring the day when you can say to your child, "Soul, what have I to do with you?"LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful; And pity to the general wrong of Rome--... As fire drives out fire, so pity pity-- Hath done this deed on Caesar.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Look at the trees now, aren't they bare? But you let a certain day come for spring and they'll come out. They won't be the same le...aves that was there last year, but when they come out they're so pretty. I look out at those trees and just think, Oh, you're so beautiful. God sure dressed you up. I say that to a tree. The work I have done, if I have to do it over, I'm willin'. But I don't want to go back. Let me be the leaf just laying at the foot of the tree giving it substance to grow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Indecency, vulgarity, obscenity--these are strictly confined to man; he invented them. Among the higher animals there is no trace ...of them. They hide nothing; they are not ashamed. Man, with his soiled mind, covers himself. He will not even enter a drawing room with his breast and back naked, so alive are he and his mates to indecent suggestion. Man is "The Animal That Laughs." But so does the monkey, as Mr. Darwin pointed out; and so does the Australian bird that is called the laughing jackass. No--Man is the Animal that Blushes. He is the only one that does it--or has occasion to.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When such as I cast out remorse So great a sweetness flows into the breast... We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blest.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »