There's a long story, my friend. I never did like the idea of sitting on newspapers. I did it once and all the headlines came off ...on my white pants. On the level, it actually happened. Nobody bought a paper that day. They just followed me around over town and read the news off the seat of my pants.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It should be noted that when he seizes a state the new ruler ought to determine all the injuries that he will need to inflict. He ...should inflict them once and for all, and not have to renew them every day.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever: Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more;... Senec and Plato call me from thy lore, To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavour.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I swims in the Tagus all across at once, and I rides on an ass or a mule, and swears Portuguese, and have got a diarrhoea and bite...s from the mosquitoes. But what of that? Comfort must not be expected by folks that go a pleasuring.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hispanic gives us all one ultimate paternal cultural progenitor: Spain. The diverse cultures already on the American shores when t...he Europeans arrived, as well as those introduced because of the African slave trade, are completely obliterated by the term. Hispanic is nothing more than a concession made by the U. S. legislature when they saw they couldn't get rid of us. If we won't go away, why not at least Europeanize us, make us presentable guests at the dinner table, take away our feathers and rattles and civilize us once and for all.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whenever any skeptic or bigot claims to be heard on the question of intellect and morals, we ask if he is familiar with the books ...of Plato, where all his pert objections have once for all been disposed of. If not, he has no right to our time. Let him go and find himself answered there.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The world rolls round,--mistrust it not,-- Befalls again what once befell;... All things return, both sphere and mote, And I shall hear my bluebird's note, And dream the dream of Auburn dell.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There are very few men and women, I suspect, who cooked and marketed their way through the past war without losing forever some of... the nonchalant extravagance of the Twenties. They will feel, until their final days on earth, a kind of culinary caution: butter, no matter how unlimited, is a precious substance not lightly to be wasted; meats, too, and eggs, and all the far- brought spices of the world, take on a new significance, having once been so rare. And that is good, for there can be no more shameful carelessness than with the food we eat for life itself. When we exist without thought or thanksgiving we are not men, but beasts.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Grandmother, born in County Tyrone, believed as a good Irishwoman that there were only three kinds of tea fit to drink, none of th...em storebought. The first quality was kept, sensibly enough, in China. The second picking was sent directly to Ireland. The third and lowest grade went, of course, to the benighted British. And all the tea used in our house came once a year, in one or two beautiful soldered tin boxes, from Dublin. Then only would we know it to be second to what the Dowager Empress of China was drinking, while the other Old Lady in Buckingham Palace sipped our dregs, as served her right. ...My grandmother died before tea bags. I am grateful. My mother never admitted their existence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »