Rivals Richard Brinsley Sheridan Quotes & Sayings

She's as headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile. — Richard Brinsley Sheridan

What shall we do there?" "Climb up the hill to the old fort and look at the little wriggling gold snakes, and watch the lizards sun themselves. — Kate Chopin

The great summary statement of all religions, philosophies, metaphysics, psychology, and success is this: You become what you think about most of the time. Your outer world ultimately becomes a reflection of your inner world. Your outer world of experience mirrors back to you what you think about most of the time. Whatever you think about continuously emerges in your reality. — Brian Tracy

It was not a bed with curtains, but a bed with doors like shutters. This may not seem like a nice way of having a bed, but we would all be glad of the wooden curtains about us at night if we lived in such a cottage, on the side of a hill along which the wind swept like a wild river. Through the cottage it would be streaming all night long. And a poor woman with a cough, or a man who has been out in the cold all day, is very glad of such a place to lie in, and leave the the rest of the house to the wind and the fairies. — George MacDonald

William F. Buckley, Jr. does not speak so much as exhale, but he exhales polysyllabically, and the results are remarkable. — Edwin Newman

Hope is determination, you think. Hope is desperation. Hope is a yearning you can't deny. And hope is just plain old-fashioned insanity. — Hal Duncan

If writing is thinking and discovery and selection and order and meaning, it is also awe and reverence and mystery and magic ... Authors arrive at text and subtext in thousands of ways, learning each time they begin anew how to recognize a valuable idea and how to reader the texture that accompanies, reveals or displays it to its best advantage. — Toni Morrison

Was it not better to wear it, do it, live it, than suppress it? That only leads, on an international scale of course, to war. — Larry Kramer

When your youth goes, your beauty will go with it, and then you will suddenly discover that there are no triumphs left for you, or have to content yourself with those mean triumphs that the memory of your past will make more bitter than defeats. — Oscar Wilde