After Voltaire: envy is chained to the portico of the temple of glory and can neither enter nor leave.
Courage, determination, and hard work are all very nice, but not so nice as an oil well in the back yard.
I will not tolerate your faults. They are of no use to me.
Of course I want to be good, but that may not be to your advantage.
Sometimes the only way to become grounded is to hit bottom.
A moratorium on opportunities, please. I need to recover from the last one.