“… my dear friend Poverty, nurse of philosophy”

“Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple”

““Rodney, whatever is the opposite of philosophy?”
“My dear, the opposite of philosophy is terror.”
“Terror? You mean fear of death?” I asked.
“I don’t think so…”
“Fear of what, then?”
“Of never having lived.””

“My dear friend Yevtushenko has, I claim, an ego that can crack crystal at a distance of twenty feet.”

“Imagine that Jesus died on the cross. But who will be immortal in this world, or are you not going to die too my dear friend?”

“My dear friends, I bid you farewell as your President. I remain with you as your fellow citizen!”

“The things which philosophy attempts to teach by reasoning, poverty forces us to practice.”

“Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.”

“She that asks
Her dear five hundred friends.”

“Remember that the most valuable antiques are dear old friends.”