Paul Eldridge (May 5, 1888 – July 26, 1982[1]) was an American poet, novelist, short story writer and teacher. (wikipedia)
Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.
There are those whose sole claim to profundity is the discovery of exceptions to the rules.
Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.
Avarice is fear sheathed in gold.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
Reason is the shepherd trying to corral life's vast flock of wild irrationalities.
Authors hide their big thefts by putting small ones between quotation marks.
History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.
A man is most accurately judged by how he treats those who are not in a position either to retaliate or to reciprocate.
Many a necklace becomes a noose.