The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.

Suspense is worse than disappointment.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.

Let them cant about decorum, Who have characters to lose!

The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.

Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.

Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!

And there begins a lang digression about the lords o' the creation.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

Opera is where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!

I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.

If theres another world he lives in bliss if there is none he made the best of this.

Afflictions sons are brothers in distress A brother to relieve how exquisite the bliss

My dear my native soil For whom my warmest wish to heavn is sent long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil be blest with health and peace and sweet content

Even thou who mournst the daisys fate That fate is thine no distant date Stern Ruins ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom Till crushed beneath the furrows weight Shall be thy doom

When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.

Think when your castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop What ragings must his veins convulse That still eternal gallop

Anticipation forward points the view.

But to see her was to love her Love but her and love forever.

Oh, my Luve's like a red red rose that's newly sprung in June: O, my Luve's like the melodie that's sweetly play'd in tune.

Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea.

Being a publicist is like management in a lot of ways - you're their friend, you're their mother, you're their confidante.

But even with a character like Cary who is relatively outlandish, at the end of the movie he's in a place where I wouldn't have expected him to be - taking on the responsibility of a woman who is pregnant and who used to be his best friend's wife.

Depending on what day of the week it is and what time of the month it is, I'm a good friend or not a good friend. I'm more or less a good mom or not a good mom, more or less a good mate or not a good mate. That's just life, whether or not you're public.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.

It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.

That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.

The best compliment to a child or a friend is the feeling you give him that he has been set free to make his own inquiries, to come to conclusions that are right for him, whether or not they coincide with your own.

The friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you.

When a man's best friend is his dog, that dog has a problem.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

I've written many extra verses to songs that I learned to sing - an extra verse about a friend, or just add some verse - and that led to writing my own songs.

Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend.

I never considered a difference of opinion in politics, in religion, in philosophy, as cause for withdrawing from a friend.

We are bound to lose Ireland in consequence of years of cruelty, stupidity and misgovernment and I would rather lose her as a friend than as a foe.

Everyone calls himself a friend, but only a fool relies on it; nothing is commoner than the name, nothing rarer than the thing.

I have a friend in New York who's a stylist and I went over to her place because she's got a lot of clothes. I basically ended up wearing most of it. So it's all stuff that I brought over.

A few nights ago I went to a Hollywood screening of a small independent film made by Sally Kirkland, an old friend of mine who also did terrific job acting in it. There were other actors in it and they were all terrific.

Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.

This friend of mine said he was surprised to find that - I don't think it's quite a majority - a bigger percentage of actors are introverts than extroverts. It was a big surprise to him. Now, I know me, and I'll do anything if I'm playing a character. Or anything that's true to the character, anyway. But in real life I'm a little more withdrawn.

Banks have a new image. Now you have 'a friend,' your friendly banker. If the banks are so friendly, how come they chain down the pens?

I usually try on at least 20 pairs of jeans before I find something that looks good on me. And even then, I have a trustworthy friend tell me if my butt looks big!

Health is the greatest possession. Contentment is the greatest treasure. Confidence is the greatest friend. Non-being is the greatest joy.