Flattery works like a drug.

Great quotation collections glean the millennia, distill essences, and battle for bragging rights about who’s bigger, who’s smarter, who’s best. Who-knows-who-said-what has a market, a history, and a hall of fame.

In phrases as brief as a breath worldly wisdom concentrates.

Flattery.... gets its kicks by flirting with insult and ridicule.

Misquotation is quotology’s swamp. Amateur quoters mix and mangle Shakespeare and Scripture. Professors gaffe and printers bungle. It’s a mess we must wade into.

A little flattery, like a warm bath and soft towel, will let you get along with yourself, lie down with yourself, and sleep.

[D]ifferent people have different quotational gravity.