Quotes About Quote

This is an excellent martini — sort of tastes like it isn't there at all, just a cold cloud.

A perfect martini should be made by filling a glass with gin, then waving it in the general direction of Italy.

If all the economists in this country were laid end to end, they would never reach a conclusion.

The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die...

Nobody can have the consolations of religion or philosophy unless he has first experienced their desolations. And nothing is more desolating than a thorough knowledge of the private self.

Give a Republican a fish and he'll think he learned how to fish. Teach him to fish and he'll call you socialist.

BUCK: Can you give a definition of an orator? PRIVATE: Sure. He's a fellow that's always ready to lay down your life for his country.

If the World Series runs until election day, the networks will run the first one-half inning and project the winner.

Thieves respect property. They merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly respect it.

The man who never has been known to pun Will groan to point out he's a judge of one.

But I can't forbear quoting the Advice of a great Author...

There is more poison in aphorisms than in painted candy; but it is of a less seductive kind.

You might not be able to answer a question with a question but you can always answer a question with a quote!

All which he understood by rote, And, as occasion served, would quote; No matter whether right or wrong; They might be either said or sung.

I didn't go to religion to make me happy. I always knew that a bottle of port would do that. If you want a religion to make you feel really comfortable, I certainly don't recommend Christianity. I am certain there must be a patent American article on the market which will suit you far better, but I can't give any advice on it.

One day someone should start a religion based on the teachings of Jesus Christ.

September flits through the year on golden autumnal wings — it lands on the leaves of October which wilt and drift into winter —

The act of coitus and the members employed therein are of such ugliness that were it not for the beauty of the faces and the adornments of the lovers, for the pent-up impulse and the frenetic state of mind, nature would lose the human species.

Here's a fun word… mollycoddle. Mollycoddle. Sounds like a Victorian sex act to me.

Oppenheimer remembered a line from the Bhagavad Gita, the sacred epic of the Hindus. "I am become death, the destroyer of worlds." The

Writing fiction has become a priestly business in countries that have lost their faith.

Andy Warhol is the only genius I've ever known with an IQ of 60.

Accusing us of being a gimmick is a bit like accusing Jesus Christ of having 'a bit of a messiah complex'. True, maybe, but when faced with the undeniable genius of what we put out, does that really still matter?

Hier kömmt eine Nahrung, bei der man eher Grillen machen kann. Der liebe melancholische Kaffee!