There are certain things that don't mix well with MS. One is staying up late at night. Another is big, noisy crowds. Well, campaigns are staying up late at night and big noisy crowds.
Oscar always opens up doors, especially the night of the Oscars. On that night, you hold that gold man, and it's like having Gandalf's staff. You can go anywhere and do anything. It's a talisman of such power.
She did not care what a ludicrous picture she might be painting, a fat happy old lady in her night gown, swinging on a small little swing in the dead of the night.
Once, no self-respecting puncher considered himself dressed for work until he had his feet inside of a pair of $15 boots made by one of the favorite boot-makers, whose merits they discussed about the camp fires night after night.
A good conversation is better than a good bed.
A good name is better than good habits.
A well educated man always has a kind word to say about the place where he spends the night.
a dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. a man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker.
Karna is a good man, but he sees good even in what is bad. His seeing it as good doesn't make the bad good, but makes his goodness look bad.
Taking the first step with the good thought, the second with the good word, and the third with the good deed, I enter paradise.
A good person can make another person good; it means that goodness will elicit goodness in the society; other persons will also be good.
I try to be a good person. I know what my downfalls are, so that's a good thing.
A boy from Brooklyn used to cruise on summer nights. As soon as he’d hit sixty he’d hold his hand out the window, cupping it around the wind. He’d been assured this is exactly how a woman’s breast feels when you put your hand around it and ap...
When you hire good people, and you provide good jobs and good wages and a career, good things are going to happen.
Typecasting is a good thing. It's good to be known for what you do.
He is who he is, but it's not enough for me. I want more. I don't want him for just a night. I want him beside me every night.
We love the night and its quiet; and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
Her beauty was enough to get her into most any situation she desired and her tongue—sharp and venomous—was enough to get her out again.
Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.
They may have been rightly overbearing in her formative years, but they also loved Roselyn enough to trust she needed dreams more than realities.
Modesty was hardly a priority in her mind until now. Now she had been cast from Hell and again knew shame.
