Blessed is he that expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness.
I don't believe it mattered to Timothy McVeigh who was president or who his congressional representative was when he blew up the Murrah Building in 1995.
Painting is a blind man's profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen.
He did not arrive at this conclusion by the decent process of quiet, logical deduction, nor yet by the blinding flash of glorious intuition, but by the shoddy, untidy process halfway between the two by which one usually gets to know things.
He knows much of what men paint themselves would blister in the light of what they are.
My father was a journalist. He used to write for 'Blitz' tabloid.
'Into the Blizzard' follows the author as he traces the footsteps of the Newfoundland Regiment during the First World War: where they trained in Scotland, where they fought in Gallipoli and where they died at the Battle of the Somme in France.
The vanity of teaching doth oft tempt a man to forget that he is a blockhead.
Orson Welles was lazy. He was a late bloomer.
There's no doubt in my mind that whichever commander ordered the blowing up of Kamisiyah did so in following the instructions that he had received.
Of course a lot of the journalists hated Nixon, but they were always blown away by how smart he was.
Eisenhower had the clearest blue eyes. He would fix them on you. In my every interview with him, he would lock his eyes on to mine and keep them there.
The funny thing is, when you look at photos of Tuvia Bielski, he was fair, blue-eyed, and could pass for a Gentile.
Then a neighbor, Mr Smith, had a dairy cow and an couple bulls. He showed me how to bluff a bull.
They say President Wilson has blundered. Perhaps he has, but I notice he usually blunders forward.
He and I were about as compatible as a rat and a boa constrictor.
God made the Idiot for practice, and then He made the School Board.
In the first place, God made idiots. That was for practice. Then he made school boards.
None but a coward dares to boast that he has never known fear.
