There was never a consequence so great as the regret of inaction.

The man who always says goodbye is waiting for something to happen.

Sometimes I wonder if God put you where you are just to laugh at the jokes he created.

Never kick a skunk.

Like eunuchs discussing the Kama Sutra, the voters discuss the elections in Laxmangarh.

Sean Gardner: The symptoms are brooding and antisocial behavior, isolation alternating with fits of hostile aggression.  If the CDC treated every teenager that showed those symptoms... Well, no government has that much money.

"It's not a matter of right and wrong." Mr. Whittier would say.
Really, there is no wrong. Not in our minds. Our own reality.
You can never set off to do the wrong thing.
You can never say the wrong thing.
In your own mind, you are always right. Every action you take--what you do or say or how you choose to appear--is automatically right the moment you act.
His hand shaking as he lifts his cup, Mr. Whittier says, "Even if you were to tell yourself, 'Today, I'm going to drink coffee the wrong way... from a dirty boot.' Even that would be right because you chose to drink coffee from that boot."
Because you can do nothing wrong. You are always right.
Even when you say, "I'm such an idiot, I'm so wrong..." you're right.
You're right about being wrong. You're right even when you're an idiot.
"No matter how stupid your idea," Mr. Whittier would say, "you're doomed to be right because it's yours."
We're all condemned to be right. About everything we can consider.
In this shifting, liquid world where everyone is right and any idea is right the moment you act on it, Mr. Whittier would say, the only sure thing is what you promise.

And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar; The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry, This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!

When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions, they are required to swear that they will remain in that excited, abnormal, and exhausting consition continuously until death do them part.