Partying is such sweet sorrow.

A promising young man should go into politics so that he can go on promising for the rest of his life.

Democracy is being allowed to vote for the candidate you dislike least.

Everything is in a state of flux, including the status quo.

Doing a thing well is often a waste of time.

Until you walk a mile in another man's moccasins you can't imagine the smell.

The purpose of life is a life of purpose.

Anybody who believes that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach flunked geography.

Getting caught is the mother of invention.

Learning to dislike children at an early age saves a lot of expense and aggravation later in life.

No one ever committed suicide while reading a good book, but many have tried while trying to write one.

Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours."

Prejudices save time.

Partying is such sweet sorrow.

There are two kinds of people, those who finish what they start and so on.

Memorial Service: Farewell party for someone who already left.

One reason people get divorced is that they run out of gift ideas.

Byrne's Law: In any electrical circuit, appliances and wiring will burn out to protect fuses.

To err is human, to purr feline.

Winter is nature's way of saying, 'Up yours.'

There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.

Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.

I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands.

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

There is one type of ideal woman very seldom described in poetry - the old maid, the woman whom sorrow or misfortune prevents from fulfilling her natural destiny.

We have listened here to the delegates who have recalled the terrible human suffering, and the great material destruction of the late war in the Pacific. It is with feelings of sorrow that we recall the part played in that catastrophic human experience by the old Japan.

There is sorrow in the world, but goodness too; and goodness that is not greenness, either, no more than sorrow is.

Words will not be able to ever express how sorry I am for this, and I have profound regret and sorrow for the multitude of mistakes and harm I have caused.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow. It empties today of its strength.

Cast away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.

Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, no winter in thy year.

It has been said that our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, but only empties today of its strength.

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.

This book, conceived in sorrow, composed in grief, and constructed at the brink of despair, contains my mind's best thoughts, and my soul's triumph over the powers of darkness.

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

My every action is to liberate God from his sorrow.

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?

Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.

Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?... I don't know the answer, I know only that I can't.

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

It is the youth who must inherit the tribulation, the sorrow... that are the aftermath of war.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

As this world was not intended to be a state of any great satisfaction or high enjoyment, so neither was it intended to be a mere scene of unhappiness and sorrow.