«Quakers almost as good as colored.... They call themselves friends and you can trust them every time.»

«Otemeale is good for to make a faire and wel colored maid to looke like a cake of tallow»

«Price tags advertise your pride,Since when did what we pay for colored cloth gage our gravity?»

«Newspaper correspondents with an army, as a rule, are mischievous. They are the world's gossips, pick up and retail the camp scandal, and gradually drift to the headquarters of some general, who finds it easier to make reputation at home than with his own corps or division. They are also tempted to prophesy events and state facts which, to an enemy, reveal a purpose in time to guard against it. Moreover, they are always bound to see facts colored by the partisan or political character of their own patrons, and thus bring army officers into the political controversies of the day, which are always mischievous and wrong. Yet, so greedy are the people at large for war news, that it is doubtful whether any army commander can exclude all reporters, without bringing down on himself a clamor that may imperil his own safety. Time and moderation must bring a just solution to this modern difficulty.»

«Rose-colored glasses are never made in bifocals. Nobody wants to read the small print in dreams.»

«Memory is deceptive because it is colored by today's events.»

«Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.»

«Older women can afford to agree that femininity is a charade, a matter of colored hair, ecru lace and whalebones, the kind of slap and tat that transvestites are in love with, and no more.»

«Maybe it?s like this, Max--you know how, when you are working on a long and ordered piece, all sorts of bright and lovely ideas and images intrude. They have no place in what you are writing, and so if you are young, you write them in a notebook for future use. And you never use them because they are sparkling and alive like colored pebbles on a wave-washed shore. It?s impossible not to fill your pockets with them. But when you get home, they are dry and colorless. I?d like to pin down a few while they are still wet.»

«Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.»