I never tell a story that ain't consistent. Either the listener/reader don't truly know me or they are messengers from satan to stir folly.
I never tell a story that ain't consistent. Either the listener/reader don't truly know me or they are messengers from satan to stir folly.
Now you know how badly someone wanted you, Charley. Children forget that sometimes. They think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted.
Smartass Disciple: Why do arrogant people like to say complex words ?Master of Stupidity: Ask them straight! You'll get a simple scary version.
Eventually, there's certain limit in telling bare fact through words.It ain't about diction constraints, but common ability to understand.
Children know perfectly well that unicorns aren’t real, but they also know that books about unicorns, if they are good books, are true books.
If I spoke now there was always the danger of my telling the truth; when caught unawares I usually tell the truth, and what's duller than that?
The world is to be carried forward by truth, which at first offends, which wins its way by degrees, which the many hate and would rejoice to crush.
I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn't being pious. Just practical. Cancer may cool you, but the other's sure to.
Toutes les opinions ne se valent pas, et il ne faut pas confondre l'éloquence d'une parole avec la justesse d'une pensée.
Ain't no way this society should accuse you of murder (conceptually) and you just keep your mouth close and accept it when you're innocent.
Our lives are the only meaningful expression of what we believe and in Whom we believe. And the only real wealth, for any of us, lies in our faith.
The key to wisdom is this -- constant and frequent questioning ... for by doubting we are led to question and by questioning we arrive at the truth.
Everything in life has some good in it. And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more--it's sad, but that's the truth.
What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.What are brief? today and tomorrow.What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.What are deep? the ocean and truth.
She asked me how I slept. Knowing she meant quality of sleep, I said I slept naked. It’s true. Ask any of the joggers who saw me sleepwalking.