Fools make news, and wise men carry it.

Man is a being of varied, manifold and inconstant nature. And woman, by God, is a match for him.

But I despised men who accepted their fate. I shaped mine twenty times and had it broken twenty times in my hands.

And habits are hell's own substitute for good intentions. Habits are the ruin of ambition, of initiative , of imagination. They're the curse of marriage and the after-bane of death.

I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with.

After I convinced them that I was a harmless novelist, I actually got them to give me a tour of the harem - which is usually off limits for tourists.

Look up . . . and see them. The teaching stars, beyond worship and commonplace tongues.

So she was on her own, Kate thought, and instilled all the friendly helpfulness she could into her next question. “Excuse me, but are you the bad company young Mr. Scott has got into?

He regards boredom, I observe, as the One and Mighty Enemy of his soul. And will succeed in conquering it, I am sure—if he survives the experience.

Where are the links of the chain ... joining us to the past?

But it's also because of something personal. My mother and father met while playing chess, so I've always had a fondness for the game. If it weren't for chess, I might not be here.

Time is the best killer.

You could live in Winnipeg a thousand years and not meet Ringo, Paul McCartney, or Bob Dylan.

Things happening around the world are affecting you and me.

The shock of the new after the biggest upset in American political history, this unforgettable, once unimaginable image Donald Trump side by side with President Obama in the Oval Office.

Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.

I never questioned the integrity of an umpire. Their eyesight, yes.

It is in our power to educate all the children of the world to become a little better as people, a little happier.

I wasn't in the drama department, but I auditioned anyway and he not only cast me but also included a few sketches that I wrote, which really sparked my pursuit of comedy.

Blowin' up is nothing to me.

Thomas was my true name but everyone knew me as Mick, except my mother, who knew me as definitely Michael.