'T was brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

The New England conscience doesn't keep you from doing what you shouldn't-it just keeps you from enjoying it.

Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again.

A bargain is anything a customer thinks a store is losing money on.

For the king knoweth of these things, before whom also I speak freely: for I am persuaded that none of these things are hidden from him; for this thing was not done in a corner.

He was a burning and shining light: and ye were willing for a season to rejoice in his light.

It has sometimes been said that we find nowhere in nature an analogue of the difference between "happens" and "is," on the one hand, and "ought," on the other hand.

Very few things happen at the right time, and the rest do not happen at all. The conscientious historian will correct these defects.

No one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public.

Fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool gudgeon, this opinion. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

If everybody thought before they spoke, the silence would be deafening.

It is not in the power of the devil to do so much harm, as God can do good; nay, we may be bold to say, it is not in the will, not in the desire of the devil to do so much harm, as God would do good.

I am imagination. I can see what the eyes cannot see. I can hear what the ears cannot hear. I can feel what the heart cannot feel.

I assert that the cosmic religious experience is the strongest and the noblest driving force behind scientific research.

The order of the world is always right -- such is the judgment of God. For God has departed, but he has left his judgment behind, the way the Cheshire Cat left his grin.

Hateful is the power, and pitiable is the life, of those who wish to be feared rather than loved.

O chime of sweet Saint Charity, Peal soon that Easter morn When Christ for all shall risen be, And in all hearts new-born! That Pentecost when utterance clear To all men shall be given, When all shall say My Brother here, And hear My Son in heaven!

Life, as it is called, is for most of us one long postponement.

We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished-for state. When did history become a bad word?

I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.