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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 01c252e | Taste - as in personal preference, discernment - is subjective. It's emphemeral, shaped by trends and fads. It's one part mouth and nose, two parts ego. | taste | Mary Roach | |
| 47eae72 | A Dr. Courtney W. Shropshire, writing in 1912, was impressed to note that by means of "a special prostatic applicator, well lubricated, attached to the vibrator, introduced to the rectum" he was "able to empty the seminal vesicles of their secretions." Indeedy." | Mary Roach | ||
| be17cc7 | But gross anatomy lab is not just about learning anatomy. It is about confronting death. | Mary Roach | ||
| fdf73d3 | We seem never to know what any thing means or is worth until we have lost it. | Albert Pike | ||
| 7fa6609 | Pragmatism" is only a new term to designate "Opportunism" in philosophy. | Albert Schinz | ||
| 323e274 | The good conscience is an invention of the devil. | Albert Schweitzer | ||
| 0463dc7 | World-view is a product of life-view, not vice versa. | Albert Schweitzer | ||
| a067bdf | England still firmly believes that wealth accrues to every resident of New York by some mysterious process not understandable of the Briton. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| bc73e8c | The ethic of Reverence for Life is the ethic of Love widened into universality. | Albert Schweitzer | ||
| d2e8093 | He's like one of those weird chappies in India who dissolve themselves into thin air and nip through space in a sort of disembodied way and assemble the parts again just where they want them. I've got a cousin who's what they call a Theosophist, and he says he's often nearly worked the thing himself, but couldn't quite bring it off, probably owing to having fed in his boyhood on the flesh of animals slain in anger and pie. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 980b25d | There are moments in the life of every man when the impulse attacks him to sacrifice his future to the alluring gratification of the present. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| c67c7a7 | One glance at the girl convinced R. Jones that he had been right. Circumstances had made him a rapid judge of character, for in profession of living by one's wits in a large city, the first principle of offence and defence is to sum people up at first sight. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 3739568 | Jeeves--my man, you know--is really a most extraordinary chap. So capable. Honestly, I shouldn't know what to do without him. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 230a5a7 | might almost be termed personalities, "may not be familiar to a couple of dud acrobats" | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 75be732 | I don't mind admitting that, whenever I looked at Cyril's face, I always had a feeling that he couldn't have got that way without its being mostly his own fault. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| f762b52 | Had I been alone, a casual glance in passing would have contented me, but for Ukridge the spectacle of somebody else working always had an irresistible fascination, and, gripping my arm, he steered me up to assist him in giving the toiler moral support. About two minutes after he had started to breathe earnestly on the man's neck, the latter, seeming to become aware that what was tickling his back hair was not some wandering June zephyr, lo.. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| c07ecb7 | It was one of those jolly, peaceful mornings that make a chappie wish he'd got a soul or something, | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 0f7013f | There are few things more tragic than the desire of the moth for the star; and it is a curious fact that the spectacle of a star almost invariably fills the most sensible moth with thoughts above his station. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 5a0b052 | On the cue 'five aunts' I had given at the knees a trifle, for the thought of being confronted with such a solid gaggle of aunts, even if those of another, was an unnerving one. Reminding myself that in this life it is not aunts that matter, but the courage that one brings to them, I pulled myself together. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 04d2f18 | shaven lawns, and a general atmosphere of what is known as old-world peace. Cows were | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| a71688f | Whatever his faults, he had strength; and after her experience of married life with a weak man, Lady Jane had come to the conclusion that strength was the only male quality worth consideration. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 36a7610 | You know, you smoke too much, Pat," said his wife, seizing the opening with the instinct which makes an Irishman at a fair hit every head he sees." | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| f08d93c | Bertie old man I say Bertie could you possibly come down here at once. Everything gone wrong hang it all. Dash it Bertie you simply must come. I am in a state of absolute despair and heart-broken. Would you mind sending another hundred of those cigarettes. Bring Jeeves when you come Bertie. You simply must come Bertie. I rely on you. Don't forget to bring Jeeves. Bingo. For a chap who's perpetually hard-up, I must say that young Bingo is th.. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| c114b04 | There was nothing of the flaneur about the Bowery boy. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| e658c3e | Even Spike himself seemed to be aware that there were points in his appearance which would have distressed the editor of a men's fashion paper. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 1b2ce64 | It was as if Nature had intended to make a gorilla, and had changed its mind at the last moment. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| b570d45 | We're all alike when we get bustled. We don't know what we're doing, and by the time we've put our hands up and got into shape, why, it's all over, and there you are. Don't you worry yourself, sir. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 992b736 | Life," said Wesson, who had had time for reflection, "is a house which we all burgle. We enter it uninvited, take all that we can lay hands on, and go out again." | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 6ceea73 | Besides, a burglar is only a practical socialist. Philosophers talk a lot about the redistribution of wealth. The burglar goes out and does it. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 951d5c2 | Lady Jane held the English view that visitors like to be left to themselves. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| e62d18e | We'll fling the door open and make a rush," said Bill. "Supposing they shoot, old scout?" | P G Wodehouse | ||
| 99e47ca | Pat, you're absurd," laughed Lady Jane. "I won't have you littering up the house with great, clumsy detectives. You must remember that you aren't in horrid New York now, where everybody you meet wants to rob you. Who is it that you suspect? Who is the--what is the word you're so fond of? Crook. That's it. Who is the crook?" | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 2e98d27 | Wait till you see her. Sort of woman who makes you feel that your hands are the color of a frightful tomato and the size of a billiard table, if you know what I mean. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 8c72b8e | Sir Thomas extended three fingers. Jimmy extended two, and the handshake was not a success. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 8abc6df | Lady Blunt had come up, flushed and triumphant, having left the solitary porter a demoralized wreck. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| dd8b685 | Nobody is at his best in the matter of explanations if a lady whom he knows to be possessed of a firm belief in the incurable weakness of his intellect is looking fixedly at him during the recital. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 9cf2841 | The only thing that prevented a father's love from faltering was the fact that there was in his possession a photograph of himself at the same early age, in which he, too, looked like a homicidal fried egg. This proof that it was possible for a child, in spite of a rocky start, to turn eventually into a suave and polished boulevardier with finely chiselled features heartened him a good deal, causing him to hope for the best. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| a312495 | Some say the tale related here Is amplified and twisted; Some say it isn't very clear That William Tell existed; Some say he freed his country , The Governor demolished. Perhaps he did. I only know That taxes aren't abolished! | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 4bb77da | Himself strongly in favour of sharing the wealth, it seemed to him that the last thing to place in the hands of an impressionable child was a little wee passbook, starting it off in life--as it infallibly must--with capitalistic ideas out of tune with the trend of modern enlightened thought. Slip a baby ten quid, he reasoned, and before you knew where you were you had got another Economic Royalist on your hands. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 1390150 | Schopenhauer says that all the suffering in the world can't be mere chance. Must be meant. He says life's a mixture of suffering and boredom. You've | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 4c8e5a9 | It is futile to advance the argument that glasses are unromantic. They are not. I know, because I wear them myself, and I am a singularly romantic figure, whether in my rimless, my Oxford gold-bordered, or the plain gent's spectacles which I wear in the privacy of my study. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 52861fc | of the afternoon Mr. Fitz-Wattle---- | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| a42af32 | There is her sty,' he said, pointing a reverent finger as they crossed the little meadow dappled with buttercups and daisies. 'And that is my pigman Wellbeloved standing by it.' Myra | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 4145210 | Many lyricists rhyme as they pronounce, and their pronunciation is simply horrible. They can make "home" rhyme with "alone," and "saw" with "more," and go right off and look their innocent children in the eye without a touch of shame." | P.G. Wodehouse |