I learned that it is the weak who are cruel, and that gentleness is to be expected only from the strong.— Leo Rosten
The most fantastic Leo Rosten quotes that will add value to your life
The first printed mention of bagels... is to be found in the Community Regulations of Kracow, Poland, for the year 1610 which stated that bagels would be given as a gift to any woman in childbirth.
We see things as we are, not as they are.
Proverbs often contradict one another, as any reader soon discovers.
The sagacity that advises us to look before we leap promptly warns us that if we hesitate we are lost; that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but out of sight, out of mind.
Happiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts to the farthest reaches of which we are capable.
I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be happy.
I think the purpose of life is to be useful, to be responsible, to be compassionate. It is, above all to matter, to count, to stand for something, to have made some difference that you lived at all.
If you are going to do something wrong, at least enjoy it.
The purpose of life is to matter, to be productive, to have it make a difference that you lived at all-using the talents that God has given you for the betterment of others.
O, to be sure, we laugh less and play less and wear uncomfortable disguises like adults, but beneath the costume is the child we always are, whose needs are simple, whose daily life is still best described by fairy tales.
Money can't buy happiness, but neither can poverty.
The purpose of life is not to be happy, the purpose of life is to matter.
Truth is stranger than fiction; fiction has to make sense.
Extremists think communication means agreeing with them.
If at first you don't succeed, before you try again, stop to figure out what you did wrong.
Humor is the affectionate communication of insight.
A conservative is one who admires radicals centuries after they're dead.
The only reason for being a professional writer is that you can't help it.
Extremists think 'communication' means agreeing with them.
I never cease being dumbfounded by the unbelievable things people believe.
Why did God give me two ears and one mouth? So that I will hear more and talk less.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, please paint me the Gettysburg Address.
Every writer is a narcissist. This does not mean that he is vain; it only means that he is hopelessly self-absorbed.
Satire is focused bitterness.
Courage is the capacity to confirm what can be imagined.
In the dark colony of night, when I consider man's magnificent capacity for malice, madness, folly, envy, rage, and destructiveness, and I wonder whether we shall not end up as breakfast for newts and polyps, I seem to hear the muffled cries of all the words in all the books with covers closed.
Some things are so unexpected that no one is prepared for them.
First-rate people hire first-rate people; second-rate people hire third-rate people.
People say: idle curiosity. The one thing that curiosity cannot be is idle.
Words sing. They hurt. They teach. They sanctify. They were man's first, immeasurable feat of magic. They liberated us from ignorance and our barbarous past.
The writer wants to be understood much more than he wants to be respected or praised or even loved. And that perhaps, is what makes him different from others.
A writer writes not because he is educated but because he is driven by the need to communicate. Behind the need to communicate is the need to share. Behind the need to share is the need to be understood. The writer wants to be understood much more than he wants to be respected or praised or even loved. And that perhaps, is what makes him different from others.
A writer writes not because he is educated but because he is driven by the need to communicate. Behind the need to communicate is the need to share. Behind the need to share is the need to be understood.
When in trouble, mumble.
Thinking is harder work than hard work.
The hardest part of growing up is learning how to wait
Dogs are getting bigger, according to a leading dog manufacturer.
Everyone, in some small sacred sanctuary of the self, is nuts.
You can learn much about life from a checker game: surrender one to take two;
don't make two moves at one time; move up, not down; and when you reach the top, you may move as you like.
Where was it ever promised us that life on this earth can ever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid of anguish and wonder and pain? Those who seek the folly of unrelieved 'happiness'-who fear moods, who shun solitude, who do not know the diginity of occasional depression-can find bliss easily enough: in tranquilizing pills, or in senility. The purpose of life is not to be happy.
If you are going to do something wrong at least enjoy it.
I came to believe it not true that "the coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave man only one." I think it is the other way around: It is the brave who die a thousand deaths. For it is imagination, and not just conscience, which doth make cowards of us all. Those who do not know fear are not truly brave.
Any man who hates dogs and babies can't be all bad.
Where was it ever promised us that life on this earth can ever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid of anguish and wonder and pain? … The purpose of life is to matter, to be productive, to have it make some difference that you lived at all.
There was no answer, no solution, no sop, no deliverance. What, then, did I do? I read faster.
Anybody who hates dogs and babies can't be all bad.
Words must surely be counted among the most powerful drugs man ever invented.
Many [of the Americans] polled showed a marked disapproval of the Wallonians, Danerians, and Pirenians. The fact that these minorities were invented by the pollster did not diminish the hostility.
What's green, hangs on a wall and whistles? [A Herring]
For some not to be martyrs is martyrdom indeed.
Humor is, I think, the sublets and chanciest of literary forms.
It is surely not accidental that there are a thousand novelists, essayists, poets or journalists for each humorist. It is a long, long time between James Thurbers