Now, you mummy's darlings, get a rift on them boots. Definitely shine 'em, my little curly-headed lambs, for in our mob, war or no... war, you die with clean boots on.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Abbe Goussault, a counsellor at High Court, writes [at the end of the 17th century]: "Familiarizing oneself with one's childre...n, getting them to talk about all manner of things, treating them as sensible people and winning them over with sweetness, is an infallible secret for doing what one wants with them. . . . A few caresses, a few little presents, a few words of cordiality and trust make an impression on their minds, and they are few in number that resist these sweet and easy methods of making them persons of honour and probity."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The true use of Shakespeare or of Cervantes, of Homer or of Dante, of Chaucer or of Rabelais, is to augment one's own growing inne...r self.... The mind's dialogue with itself is not primarily a social reality. All that the Western Canon can bring one is the proper use of one's own solitude, that solitude whose final form is one's confrontation with one's own mortality.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is not a more prudent maxim, than to live with one's enemies as if they may one day become one's friends; as it commonly hap...pens, sooner or later, in the vicissitudes of political affairs.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Truth of a modest sort I can promise you, and also sincerity. That complete, praiseworthy sincerity which, while it delivers one i...nto the hands of one's enemies, is as likely as not to embroil one with one's friends.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No one to blame!... That was why most people led lives they hated, with people they hated.... How wonderful to have someone to bla...me! How wonderful to live with one's nemesis! You may be miserable, but you feel forever in the right. You may be fragmented, but you feel absolved of all the blame for it. Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is so much more difficult to live with one's body than with one's soul. One's body is so much more exacting: what it won't have... it won't have, and nothing can make bitter into sweet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the end, for congenial sympathy, for poetry, for work, for original feeling and expression, for perfect companionship with one'...s friends--give me the country.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »