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My love life is terrible. The last time I was inside a woman was when I visited the Statue of Liberty.

By the time you swear you’re his, / Shivering and sighing, / And he vows his passion is / Infinite, undying— / Lady, make a note of this: / One of you is lying.
Love without hope grows in its own atmosphere, and should encourage the imagination ….
The Secret of Joy is … Resistance.
Where love is absent there can be no woman.
But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart ….
People who make some other person their job are dangerous.
I am beginning to lose patience / With my personal relations. / They are not deep / And they are not cheap.
It is through action, based on a deep understanding of our interconnectedness and shared fragility, that love manifests, heals and builds the new relationships of trust and compassion in our social fabric.
What is family, after all, except memories?—haphazard and precious as the contents of a catchall drawer in the kitchen.
One never knows how much a family may grow; and when a hive is too full, and it is necessary to form a new swarm, each one thinks of carrying away his own honey.
Many of us are living out the unlived lives of our mothers, because they were not able to become the unique people they were born to be.
But the love of offspring … tender and beautiful as it is, can not as a sentiment rank with conjugal love.
My grief and my smile begin in your face, my son.
He was not all a father’s heart could wish; / but oh, he was my son!—my only son.
We need to add to the pantheon of a holy family a divine daughter. For only then will we have a model for families in which all members are equally valued and respected.
Her parents had searched through the past, consulted psychiatrists, took every moment to bits. In no way should she be explained.
To think that all in me of which my father would have felt a proper pride had I been a man, is deeply mortifying to him because I am a woman.
I’m not a lady, I’m your daughter.
How sister gazed at sister / reaching through mirrored pupils / back to the mother.
Let me not forget that I am the daughter of a woman who bent her head, trembling, over a cactus, her wrinkled face full of ecstasy over the promise of a flower, a woman who herself never ceased to flower, untiringly, during three quarters of a century.
Over the river and through the wood / To grandfather’s house we’ll go.
… I wish I’d a knowed more people. I would of loved ’em all. If I’d a knowed more, I would a loved more.
She hasn’t had her full ration of kisses-on-the-lips today. She had the quarter-to-twelve one in the Bois, she had the two o’clock one after coffee, she had the half-past-six one in the garden, but she’s missed tonight’s.
Oh cat; I’d say, or pray: be-ooootiful cat! Delicious cat! Exquisite cat! Satiny cat! Cat like a soft owl, cat with paws like moths, jeweled cat, miraculous cat! Cat, cat, cat, cat.
There are some people who begin the Zoo at the beginning, called WAYIN, and walk as quickly as they can past every cage until they get to the one called WAYOUT, but the nicest people go straight to the animal they love the most, and stay there.
He shut his eyes while Sasha [the cat] kept vigil, watching all the invisible signs that hover over sleeping human beings when the light is put out.
To a pet nothing can be useless.
“What makes the lamb love Mary so?” / The eager children cry. / “Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know,” / The teacher did reply.
If a man aspires towards a righteous life, his first act of abstinence is from injury to animals.
Is not general incivility the very essence of love?
And a continued atmosphere of hectic passion is very trying if you haven’t got any of your own.
… of all devils let loose in the world there is no devil like devoted love ….
Joy’s smile is much closer to tears than laughter.
Love is a full-length mirror.
Variety is the spice of love.
… love’s a nervous, awkward, overmastering brute; if you can’t rein him in it’s best to have no truck with him.
Nobody dies from lack of sex. It’s lack of love we die from.
“That love at length should find me out ….”
Four be the things I’d be better without: / Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
The plaque at the front of the courtroom, high on the wall, was permanent and yet its words were new each time Jack read them, read them half against his will, his eyes moving restlessly forward and up to them while testimony droned on: Conscience Speaks the Truth.
Truth is the pearl without price ….Those who have the truth would not be packaging it and selling it, so anyone who is selling it, really does not possess it.
In the Bible it says they asked Jesus how many times you should forgive, and he said seventy times seven. Well, I want you all to know that I’m keeping a chart.
I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.
The preoccupation with what should be is estimable only when the respect for what is has been exhausted.
Laughter always forgives.
They [men] forgive us—oh! for many things, but not for the absence in us of their own feelings.
Forgive but never forget.
Sweet mercy is nobility’s true badge.
Selfishness must always be forgiven, you know, because there is no hope of a cure.
You had best be quick, if you are ever going to forgive me at all; life does not last forever.
There must be acceptance and the knowledge that sorrow fully accepted brings its own gifts. For there is an alchemy in sorrow. It can be transmuted into wisdom ….
One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship.
You ought certainly to forgive them as a Christian, but never admit them in your sight, or allow their names to be mentioned in your hearing.
Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.
Truth has rough flavors if we bite it through.
There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.
This above all:—to thine ownself be true, / And it must follow, as the night the day, / Thou canst not then be false to any man.
It takes two to speak the truth—one to speak, and another to hear.
One can lie, but truth is more interesting.
Tell the truth or trump—but get the trick.
Truth burns up error.
The artlessness of unadorned truth, however sure in theory of extorting admiration, rarely in practice fails inflicting pain and mortification.
But even in the discourses which Buddha in his bounty allowed to be recorded, certain passages contain what the learned call Up¯aya or “Adapted Truth” ….
The truth is the most valuable thing we have. Let us economize it.
Truth ensures trust, but not victory, or even happiness.
The truth is always something that is told, not something that is known. If there were no speaking or writing, there would be no truth about anything. There would only be what is.
Circumstances should never alter principles.
I believe that the truth about any subject only comes when all sides of the story are put together, and all their different meanings make one new one.
Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right.
Reformers who are always compromising, have not yet grasped the idea that truth is the only safe ground to stand upon.
There’s a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure the truth.
trust a few, do wrong to none
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant— / Success in Circuit lies.
His morality is not in purple patches, ostentatiously obtrusive, but woven in through the very texture of the stuff.
Honesty is for the most part less profitable than dishonesty.
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in a foul oyster.
… like all virtuous people he imagines he must speak the truth ….
How haughtily he cocks his nose, / To tell what every schoolboy knows.
Beware the wolf in sheep’s clothing.
The whole notion of loyalty inquisitions is a national characteristic of the police state, not of democracy …. We must not burn down the house to kill the rats.
Leverage is everything,—was what I used to say;—don’t begin to pry till you have got the long arm on your side.
There is a kind of physical pleasure in resisting an iniquitous power.
For years—decades—perhaps centuries—women have been complaining about men’s lack of sensitivity, their unkindness, but no sooner have women acquired power than they permit, even sanctify, some of the nastiest manifestations of human nature.
We shall squeeze you empty and then we shall fill you with ourselves.
Power should not be concentrated in the hands of so few, and powerlessness in the hands of so many.
To tell a voice that’s genuinely good / From one that’s base but merely has succeeded.
There is nothing more agreeable in life than to make peace with the Establishment—and nothing more corrupting.
Never fight fair with a stranger, boy. You’ll never get out of the jungle that way.
But after all the punishment that misconduct can bring, it is still not less misconduct. Pain is no expiation.
The only one who makes no mistakes is one who never does anything!
For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn
Life is a quest and love a quarrel ….
She had spent the golden time in grudging its going.
Nothing is more deceitful than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.
Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrow which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.
Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.
All skins are shed at length, remorse, even shame.
Time wounds all heels.
Her mind lives tidily, apart / From cold and noise and pain, / And bolts the door against her heart, / Out wailing in the rain.
I had a little Sorrow, / Born of a little Sin.
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn / What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
It’s but a little good you’ll do a-watering the last year’s crop.
Yesterday is yesterday. If we try to recapture it, we will only lose tomorrow.
To apologize is to lay the foundation for a future offense.
… virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; / And vice sometimes by action dignified.
I said to God, “What are they doing?” // God said, “Making pitfalls into which their fellows may sink.” // I said to God, “Why do they do it?” // God said, “Because each thinks that when his brother falls he will rise.”
They were unable to bribe the members of Congress, and on the date stipulated by law the left calmly came to power. And on that date the right began to stockpile hatred.
We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us.
The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness.
It’s not the voting that’s democracy, it’s the counting.
The Republican Party makes even its young men seem old; the Democratic Party makes even its old men seem young.
Democracy means that anyone can grow up to be president, and anyone who doesn’t grow up can be vice president.
Indeed, the ideal for a well-functioning democratic state is like the ideal for a gentleman’s well-cut suit—it is not noticed.
One of the strengths of democracy is the ability of the people to regularly demand changes in leadership and to fire a failing leader and hire a new one with the promise of hopeful change.
The political and commercial morals of the United States are not merely food for laughter, they are an entire banquet.
I believe democracy is our greatest export. At least until China figures out a way to stamp it out of plastic for three cents a unit.
[Women] are not more moral, we are only less corrupted by power.
If liberty and equality, as is thought by some are chiefly to be found in democracy, they will be best attained when all persons alike share in the government to the utmost.
The government has failed us; you can’t deny that. Anytime you live in the twentieth century, 1964, and you walkin’ around here singing “We Shall Overcome,” the government has failed us. This is part of what’s wrong with you—you do too much singing. Today it’s time to stop singing and start swinging.
There are many humorous things in the world; among them, the white man’s notion that he is less savage than the other savages.
I prefer an accommodating vice / To an obstinate virtue.
For our democracy has been marred by imperialism, and it has been enlightened only by individual and sporadic efforts at freedom.
A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.
A soldier is a yahoo hired to kill in cold blood as many of his own species, who have never offended him, as possibly he can.
We had forgotten that wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freshly shaved faces, it was a shock. My God, my God—I said to myself, “It’s the Children’s Crusade.”
He had grown up in a country run by politicians who sent the pilots to man the bombers to kill the babies to make the world safe for children to grow up in.
Because no battle is ever won, he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
Is a shift from a system leading to chronic wars, social injustice, and ecological imbalance to one of peace, social justice, and ecological balance a realistic possibility?
To punish me for my contempt of authority, Fate has made me an authority myself.
The ability of a special interest group to secretly insert provisions into law for its own narrow benefit and to the detriment of the public interest raises fundamental questions about the integrity of our government.
Politics is about power: about who has it, how it is defined, and how it is exercised.
The pursuit of politics is religion, morality, and poetry all in one.
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, / And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
While I was sleeping in my bed in there, things were happening in this world that directly concerned me—and nobody asked me, consulted me—they just went out and did things—and changed my life.
If you can’t beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
A tyrant must put on the appearance of uncommon devotion to religion. Subjects are less apprehensive of illegal treatment from a ruler whom they consider god-fearing and pious.
The ruling class isn’t dissatisfied: they are healthy, well-fed, live in beauty, enjoy their own importance: fun-loving cannibals.
Morality must guide calculation, and calculation must guide politics.
The highest moral law is that we should unremittingly work for the good of mankind.
Without freedom there can be no morality.
If American politics are too dirty for women to take part in, there’s something wrong with American politics.
We mean by “politics” the people’s business —the most important business there is.
The Senate seems like the place where smart people go to die.
Persuasion is often more effectual than force.
… the new women in politics seem to be saying that we already know how to lose, thank you very much. Now we want to learn how to win.
To put a woman on the ticket would challenge the loyalty of women everywhere to their sex, because it would be made to seem that the defeat of the ticket meant the defeat for a hundred years of women’s chance to be truly equal with men in politics.
Will Rogers … used to come out with a newspaper and pretend he was a yokel criticizing the intellectuals who ran the government. I come out with a newspaper and pretend I’m an intellectual making fun of the yokels running the government.
Professional intellectuals are the voice of a culture and are, therefore, its leaders, its integrators and its bodyguards.

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