Bartleby The Scrivener Symbolism Quotes & Sayings

When I speak to you about myself, I'm speaking to you about yourself. How is it that you don't see that? — Victor Hugo

I love spaghetti and meatballs ... I eat a lot. — Susan Lucci

Society is immoral and immortal; it can afford to commit any kind of folly, and indulge in any sort of vice; it cannot be killed, and the fragments that survive can always laugh at the dead. — Henry Adams

And what will bow your shoulders down
will be the vicious and worthless company
with whom you will fall into this abyss. — Dante Alighieri

Todd Palin's frequent presence in the governor's office led some in Juneau to call him the 'Shadow Governor.' But it had never been clear, at least to the public, what roles he played. — Bill Dedman

God will really make your enemy your footstool — Tyler Perry

May you the willpower and chase your God-given dreams. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I leaned forward on the table and leveled her with my steady gaze. Do not ever speak to her that way again. If she hadn't agreed to come with me I wouldn't have come. Don't underestimate her importance. She's mine. Respect that. — Abbi Glines

Even I haven't downed enough L.A. Kool-Aid to believe that somehow Hollywood movies are an overt instrument of morality. — John Ridley

It is frivolous to fix pedantically the date of particular inventions. They have all been invented over and over fifty times. Man is the arch machine, of which all these shifts drawn from himself are toy models. He helps himself on each emergency by copying or duplicating his own structure, just so far as then need is. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

How happy I might be, if only she was less greedy, better tempered, not addicted to raking up old grudges, more affectionate, with slightly yellower hair, slimmer, and about twenty years younger! But what is the good of expecting such a woman to reform? — John Collier

It doesn't matter how much moisturiser you rub into a raisin. It will never be a grape again. I don't see why people buy moisturiser for their faces... — Viveca Benoir