The knocking out of a pipe can be made almost as important as the smoking of it, especially if there are nervous people in the room. A good, smart knock of a pipe against a tin wastebasket and you will have a neurasthenic out of his chair and into the window sash in no time.
(Robert Benchley (1889-1945), U.S. writer, humorist. No Poems or Around the World Backwards and Sideways, "How I Create," Harper & Brothers (1932).)
I wanted to learn to fly, not because it was the smart thing to do in the 1920s, but because I was afraid of anything that flew.... I reasoned that if I learned to fly, I might conquer my fear of it. The remedy worked.
(Joy Bright Hancock (1898-1986), U.S. naval officer. Lady in the Navy, ch. 3 (1972).
In 1925, Hancock's husband of fifteen months had died in a plane crash. Here she was explaining why she became a student pilot in the late 1920s. Later, she would become an officer in the WAVES, the U. S. Navy's women's division.)
He seems like an average type of man. He's not, like smart. I'm not trying to rag on him or anything. But he has the same mentality I haveand I'm in the eighth grade.
(Vanessa Martinez (b. c. 1978), U.S. eighth-grade student. As quoted in Newsweek magazine, p. 17 (June 1, 1992).
Commenting on Vice-President Dan Quayle (b. 1947; Vice-President, 1989-1992) after he visited the Bret Harte Middle School in south-central Los Angeles, California. Quayle was often criticized as an unimpressive public speaker and as having mediocre intellectual ability.)
If you were born smart you wouldn't need education,
stop acting like you know it all... for even the intelligent keep seeking knowledge but will never be good enough because no one meant to perfect if we were then we wouldn't find challenges that puzzles us differently.
If you want your kids to grow up and be smart
Don't give them milk and honey
Give them a rock, seed and a cup of water
Smash the rock into small pieces
Pour it into the cup of water, mix it
Place the seed in it
That's how you can make your kids grow.
(I wrote this Sunday, March 08,2015. I was sleeping on a sofa and talking to myself. I don't know where I got the inspiration from. Maybe life. Life without morals.)
A good friend on the net,
We all live within the words,
We don't feel ourselves beyond the borders,
Your friend is your idea, and thought,
The letters t, s that you cross
And the I, s that you dot,
The real friend in meat that you really meet,
Is your smart mind, your kind heart.