The wisdom of the wise, and the experience of ages, may be preserved by quotations.
I love quotations because it is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority by someone recognizably wiser than oneself.
Quotations from the great old authors are an act of reverence on the part of the quoter, and a blessing to a public grown superficial and external.
Misquotations are the only quotations that are never misquoted.
The wisdom of the wise and the experience of the ages is preserved into perpetuity by a nation's proverbs, fables, folk sayings and quotations.
I love quotations because it is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority by someone recognized wiser than oneself.
It is always the same: women bedeck themselves with jewels and furs, and men with wit and quotations.
Reading any collection of a man's quotations is like eating the ingredients that go into a stew instead of cooking them together in the pot. You eat all the carrots, then all the potatoes, then the meat. You won't go away hungry, but it's not quite satisfying. Only a biography, or autobiography, gives you the hot meal.
I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damned
I need no dictionary of quotations to remind me that the eyes are the windows of the soul.
Quotations are a columnist's bullpen. Stealing someone else's words frequently spares the embarrassment of eating your own.
In general, when reading a scholarly critic, one profits more from his quotations than from his comments.
He was a learned man, of immense reading, but is much blamed for his unfaithfull quotations.
What I write is full of infirmities. I have been in solitary confinement for twelve months and in a death cell for three months, deprived of all facilities. I have written much of this by resting the paper on my thigh in unbearable heat. I have no reference material or library, I have rarely seen the blue sky. The quotations are from the few books I was permitted to read and from the journals and newspapers you and your mother bring once a week during your visits to my suffocating cell. I am not making excuses for my deficiencies but it is very difficult to rely on a fading memory in such physical and mental conditions.
I am fifty years old and you are exactly half my age. By the time you reach my age, you must accomplish twice as much as I have achieved for the people.