Louis Auchincloss Famous Quotes
Only little boys and old men sneer at love.
Louis Auchincloss Quotations
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
Kahlil Gibran
"The Lord is my light, and my salvation whom shall I fear"
Psalm 27
"At best, most college presidents are running something that is somewhere between a faltering corporation and a hotel."
Leon Botstein
"All the people like us are we, And everyone else is They."
Rudyard Kipling
"Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they ought to be."
William Hazlitt
"Our loyalties must transend our race, our tribe, our class, and our nation and this means we must develop a world perspective."
Martin Luther King Jr
I do not mind lying but I hate inaccuracy.
Samuel Butler
"Rest satisfied with doing well, and leave others to talk of you as they please."
Pythagoras
Americans will put up with anything provided it doesn't block traffic.
Dan Rather
"To be, or not to be that is the question Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them To die to sleep No more and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep To sleep perchance to dream ay, there's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of Thus conscience does make cowards of us all And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action."
William Shakespeare