Judge Roy Bean Sentencing Quotes & Sayings

The most welcome guest in society will ever be the one to whose mind everything is a suggestion, and whose words suggest something to everybody. — Sarah Josepha Hale

What's happened? screamed Mrs. Twit. They stood in the middle of the room, looking up. All the furniture, the big table, the chairs, the sofa, the lamps, the little side tables, the cabinet with bottles of beer in it, the ornaments, the electric heater, the carpet, everything was stuck upside down to the ceiling. The pictures were upside down on the walls. And the floor they were standing on was absolutely bare. What's more, it had been painted white to look like the ceiling. — Roald Dahl

Talent is luck. The important thing in life is courage. — Woody Allen

I can't understand people being rude to their spouses. Your husband or wife should be the one person in the world you treat with loving patience. He or she chose you above all others-for a lifetime! And yet I see women who are nicer to their girlfriends, and men who are more thoughtful toward their employees. That's meshuganeh. Friends come and go. Employees move on. Your partner is there for the long haul. He deserves your best every day of your life. — Joanna Campbell Slan

The concept of patriotism is not incompatible with that of humanity; on the contrary, let me state emphatically that he who best serves pacifism serves patriotism best. The nation is and can be no more than the vital basic unit of any international league. — Leon Bourgeois

I have acting technique; I have singing technique; I don't have a writing technique to fall back on. — Jane Lynch

I thought that was my room," she said, gesturing behind him.
"It is."
"And my shower."
He sniffed with irritation. "I have a bathtub."
"And that's a problem?"
"I don't do bathtubs, Miss Burel." His eyebrow lifted. "Unless I have company. — Alexandra Ivy

I wouldn't mind paying taxes - if I knew they were going to a friendly country. — Dick Gregory

He will love only once - but it will be for always. — Judith McNaught

The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it. — Cormac McCarthy