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Coming down with something? Please. You reek of booze and bullshit. Don't lie to a Kentuckian about drinking or horses, son.
Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact.
We are never so happy nor so unhappy as we imagine.
There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will.
My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?
Happiness? That's nothing more than health and a poor memory.
It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
The conviction of the rich that the poor are happy is no more foolish than the conviction of the poor that the rich are.
The only really happy folk are married women and single men.
He's turned his life around. He used to be depressed and miserable. Now he's miserable and depressed.
A lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it; it would be hell on earth.
When I was young, I used to think that wealth and power would bring me happiness . . . I was right.
Hollywood is where, if you don't have happiness, you send out for it.
Boethius might have been styled happy, if that precarious epithet could be safely applied before the last term of the life of man.
There is no device whatever to be invented for securing happiness without industry, economy, and virtue.
If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have paradise in a few years.
The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy - I mean that if you are happy you will be good.
The only happy people I know are people I don't know well.
Haste is of the devil. Slowness is of God.
If you don't have time to do it right, when will you have time to do it over?
Make haste slowly
Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.
Nature, time and patience are the three great physicians.
If a man thinks about his physical or moral state, he nearly always discovers that he is ill.
A vigorous five-mile walk will do more good for an unhappy but otherwise healthy adult than all the medicine and psychology in the world.
What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.
I'm not sick, but I'm not well.
Use your health, even to the point of wearing it out. That is what it is for. Spend all you have before you die; and do not outlive yourself.
Nearly all men die of their medicines, and not of their illnesses.
"Good health" is merely the slowest rate at which one can die.
Leave the table hungry.
Leave the bed sleepy.
Leave the table thirsty.
Be not slow to visit the sick.
Preserving health by too severe a rule is a worrisome malady.
Health is not simply the absence of sickness.
It's no longer a question of staying healthy. It's a question of finding a sickness you like.
Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.
Quit worrying about your health. It'll go away.
People are fed by the food industry, which pays no attention to health, and are treated by the health industry, which pays no attention to food.
There is only one quality worse than hardness of heart and that is softness of head.
The head never rules the heart, but just becomes its partner in crime.
As the arteries grow hard, the heart grows soft.
Each heart knows its own bitterness,
and no one else can share its joy.
Even in laughter the heart may ache,
and joy may end in grief.
Let not your heart be troubled . . .
Heaven And Hell
Heaven for climate, hell for company.
Everyone who has ever built anywhere a "new heaven" first found the power thereto in his own hell.
Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition though in hell:
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
Heaven goes by favour. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.
May you get to Heaven a half hour before the Devil knows you're dead.
It is Hell, of course, that makes priests powerful, not Heaven, for after thousands of years of so-called civilization fear remains the one common denominator of mankind.
Cerberus, n. The watch-dog of Hades, whose duty it was to guard the entrance -- against whom or what does not clearly appear; everybody, sooner or later, had to go there, and nobody wanted to carry off the entrance.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Who finds heaven on earth will end in hell.
According to the faith and mercy of his Christian enemies, [Chosroes] sunk without hope into a still deeper abyss [Hell]; and it will not be denied, that tyrants of every age and sect are the best entitled to such infernal abodes.
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
I always say, as you know, that if my fellow citizens want to go to Hell I will help them. It's my job.
I have friends in both places [Heaven and Hell].
We can't all be heroes because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as they go by.
But heroes are not reckless or foolhardy. . . . A sensible hero fights bravely when he needs to do so; but first he fights prudently in order to avoid fighting bravely.
No man's a hero to himself.
Even a fool may be wise after the event.
The revolution of ages may bring round the same calamities; but ages may revolve without producing a Tacitus to describe them.
History does not have sides, although historians do.
Don't brood on what's past, but never forget it either.
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
History, n. An account, mostly false, of events, mostly unimportant, which are brought about by rulers, mostly knaves, and soldiers, mostly fools.
History . . . is indeed little more than the register of the crimes, follies, and misfortunes of mankind.
[The] Holy Roman Empire was neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire . . .
History's lessons are no more enlightening than the wisdom of those who interpret them.
History repeats itself; historians repeat one other.
The study of history is a powerful antidote to contemporary arrogance. It is humbling to discover how many of our glib assumptions, which seem to us novel and plausible, have been tested before, not once but many times and in innumerable guises; and discovered to be, at great human cost, wholly false. It is sobering, too, to find huge and frightening errors constantly repeated; lessons painfully learnt forgotten in the space of a generation; and the accumulated wisdom of the past heedlessly ignored in every society, and at all times.
Anybody can make history. Only a great man can write it.
One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do and always a clever thing to say. [emphasis added]
The voice of history [is] often little more than the organ of hatred or flattery.
History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.
The interpretation of history is forever in flux, as much reflection of the present as window on the past.
From the paths of blood (and such is the history of nations) I cannot refuse to turn aside to gather some flowers of science or virtue.
So obscure are the greatest events, as some take for granted any hearsay, whatever its source, others turn truth into falsehood, and both errors find encouragement with posterity.
[We should] suspend our belief of every tale that deviates from the laws of nature and the character of man.
History is a pack of tricks the living play upon the dead.
There are no inevitabilities in history.
. . . there is no logic or justice in history. It is all a matter of chronology.
There is no such person as History. It is human beings who decree.
. . . reality cannot for long be banished from history. Facts have a way of making their presence felt.
What is important in history is not only the events that occur but the events that obstinately do not occur.
. . . the historian of the modern world is sometimes tempted to reach the depressing conclusion that progress is destructive of certitude. In the eighteenth and the nineteenth centuries the Western elites were confident that men and progress were governed by reason. A prime discovery of modern times is that reason plays little part in our affairs.
Better than the rest of us, they [the Jews] sensed what was ahead for their people.
'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
After I'm dead I'd rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one.
It is better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not.
It is better to deserve honors and not have them than to have them and not to deserve them.
It was no longer esteemed infamous for a Roman to survive his honor and independence.
And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.
Honor is like an island, rugged and without a beach; once we have left it, we can never return.
He had that rare weird electricity about him -- that extremely wild and heavy presence that you only see in a person who has abandoned all hope of ever behaving "normally."
Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all they have.
So farewell hope, and with hope, farewell fear,
Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost;
Evil, be thou my good . . .
Abandon all hope, you who enter here (Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate).
He that lives upon Hope will die fasting.
When any man is more stupidly vain and outrageously egotistic than his fellows, he will hide his hideousness in humanitarianism.
The type and formula of most schemes of philanthropy or humanitarianism is this: A and B put their heads together to decide what C shall be made to do for D. . . . I call C the Forgotten Man.
Shamus, n. [Yiddish]: A shamus is a guy who takes care of handyman tasks around the temple, and makes sure everything is in working order. A shamus is at the bottom of the pecking order of synagogue functionaries, and there's a joke about that: A rabbi, to show his humility before God, cries out in the middle of a service, "Oh, Lord, I am nobody!" The cantor, not to be bested, also cries out, "Oh, Lord, I am nobody!" The shamus, deeply moved, follows suit and cries, "Oh, Lord, I am nobody!" The rabbi turns to the cantor and says, "Look who thinks he's nobody!"
Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it's thinking of yourself less.
Everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else.
Look at Jewish history. Unrelieved lamenting would be intolerable. So, for every ten Jews beating their breasts, God designated one to be crazy and amuse the breast-beaters. By the time I was five I knew I was that one.
Humour can be dissected, as a frog can, but the thing dies in the process.
Humour is an affirmation of dignity, a declaration of man's superiority to all that befalls him.
The secret source of Humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven.
Comedy, like sodomy, is an unnatural act.
There is no reason why a joke should not be appreciated more than once. Imagine how little good music there would be if, for example, a conductor refused to play Beethoven's Fifth Symphony on the ground that his audience might have heard it before.
To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you're wrong, admit it,
Whenever you're right, shut up.
He would grab me in his arms, hold me close -- and tell me how wonderful he was.
Every man alone is sincere. At the entrance of a second person hypocrisy begins. We parry and fend the approach of our fellow man by compliments, by gossip, by amusements, by affairs. We cover up our thought from him under a hundred folds.
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