To-morrow I will have finished four-score years. I have lived to rise from the most despised and hated woman in all the world of f...ifty years ago, until now it seems as if I am loved by you all. If this is true, then I am indeed satisfied.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have a Vision of the Future, chum. The workers' flats in fields of soya beans... Tower up like silver pencils, score on score.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Wit is a lean creature with sharp inquiring nose, whereas humor has a kindly eye and a comfortable girth. Wit, if it be necessary,... uses malice to score a point--like a cat it is quick to jump--but humor keeps the peace in an easy chair. Wit has a better voice in a solo, but humor comes into the chorus best. Wit is as sharp as a stroke of lightning, whereas humor is diffuse like sunlight. Wit keeps the season's fashions and is precise in the phrases and judgments of the day, but humor is concerned with homely eternal things. Wit wears silk, but humor in homely-spun endures the wind. Wit sets a snare, whereas humor goes off whistling without a victim in its mind. Wit is sharper company at the table, but humor serves better in mischance and in the rain. When it tumbles wit is sour, but humor goes uncomplaining without its dinner. Humor laughs at another's jest and holds its sides, while wit sits wrapped in study for a lively answer.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What do you think of us in fuzzy endeavor, you whose directions are sterling, whose lunge is straight? Can you make a reason,... how can you pardon us who memorize the rules and never score?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Women who are either indisputably beautiful, or indisputably ugly, are best flattered upon the score of their understandings; but ...those who are in a state of mediocrity are best flattered upon their beauty, or at least their graces: for every woman who is not absolutely ugly, thinks herself handsome.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In those rare days, the press was seldom known to snarl or bark, But sweetly sang of men in pow'r, like any tuneful lark; .../>Grave judges, too, to all their evil deeds were in the dark; And not a man in twenty score knew how to make his mark. Oh the fine old English Tory times;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It was part of the Texas ritual. We're rich as son-of-a-bitch stew but look how homely we are, just as plain-folksy as Grandpappy ...back in 1836. We know about champagne and caviar but we talk hog and hominy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »