The sooner you make your first 5000 mistakes, the sooner you will be able to correct them.

There are many of us in this old world of ours who hold that things break about even for all of us. I have observed, for example, that we all get about the same amount of ice. The rich get it in the summer and the poor get it in the winter.

Wait for that wisest of all counselors, Time.

Prosperity makes friends, adversity tries them.

Ignorance is never out of style. It was in fashion yesterday, it is the rage today, and it will set the pace tomorrow.

There are no accidents whatsoever in the universe.

I have often regretted my speech, never my silence.

He who writes with no misspelled words has prevented a first suspicion on the limits of his scholarship or, in the social world, of his general education and culture.

Nothing will ever be attempted if all possible objections must be first overcome.

Only that in you which is me can hear what I'm saying.

There has been a little distress selling on the stock exchange.

I love treason but hate a traitor.

Most general statements are false, including this one.

Take the folks at Coca-Cola. For many years, they were content to sit back and make the same old carbonated beverage. It was a good beverage, no question about it; generations of people had grown up drinking it and doing the experiment in sixth gr

There is no proverb that is not true.

Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.

I BET WHAT HAPPENED was they discovered fire and invented the wheel on the same day. Then that night, they burned the wheel.

The coast was clear.

The truth of a thing is the feel of it, not the think of it.

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

A place for everything and everything in its place.

The trouble with superheros is what to do between phone booths.

He who knows others is wise. He who knows himself is enlightened.

That Xanthippe's husband should have become so great a philosopher is remarkable. Amid all the scolding, to be able to think! But he could not write: that was impossible. Socrates has not left us a single book.

Recently deceased blues guitarist Stevie Ray Vaughan "comes to" after his death. He sees Jimi Hendrix sitting next to him, tuning his guitar. "Holy cow," he thinks to himself, "this guy is my idol." Over at the microphone, about to sing, are Jim Mo