58 Worth Quotes

I can't change the fact that my paintings don't sell. But the time will come when people will recognize that they are worth more than the value of the paints used in the picture.

After all the highways, and the trains, and the appointments, and the years, you end up worth more dead than alive.

The individual's most vital need is to prove his worth, and this usually means an insatiable hunger for action. For it is only the few who can acquire a sense of worth by developing and employing their capacities and talents. The majority prove their worth by keeping busy.

I find myself both as man and as myself something more determined and distinctive, at pitch, more distinctive and higher pitched than anything else I see.

You can calculate the worth of a man by the number of his enemies, and the importance of a work of art by the harm that is spoken of it.

If I were asked what book is better than a cheap book, I should answer that there is one book better than a cheap book,-and that is a book honestly come by.

The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.

I think cheesecake helps call attention to you. Then you can follow through and prove yourself.

A slave's soul has no worth, my brothers; it lacks strength to tread on this great earth with gallantry and freedom. I pity the poor slaves, they're nought but airy mist, a light breeze scatters them, a fragrance knocks them down; it's only just they crawl on the earth on hands and knees. Today I'll write a hymn to God and pray for this great grace.

One human thought alone is worth more than the entire world, hence God alone is worthy of it.

What am I in the eyes of most people - a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person - somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then - even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.

So please don't think that I am renouncing anything, I am reasonably faithful in my unfaithfulness and though I have changed, I am the same, and what preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way, how can I become more knowledgeable and study some subject or other in depth? That is what keeps preying on my mind, you see, and then one feels imprisoned by poverty, barred from taking part in this or that project and all sorts of necessities are out of one's reach. As a result one cannot rid oneself of melancholy, one feels emptiness where there might have been friendship and sublime and genuine affection, and one feels dreadful disappointment gnawing at one's spiritual energy, fate seems to stand in the way of affection or one feels a wave of disgust welling up inside. And then one says 'How long, my God!'

Your action, and your action alone, determines your worth.

The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. For a' that an a' that.

There is a great difference between one idler and another idler. There is someone who is an idler out of laziness and lack of character, owing to the baseness of his nature. If you like, you may take me for one of those. Then there is the other kind of idler, the idler despite himself, who is inwardly consumed by a great longing for action who does nothing because his hands are tied, because he is, so to speak, imprisoned somewhere, because he lacks what he needs to be productive, because disastrous circumstances have brought him forcibly to this end. Such a one does not always know what he can do, but he nevertheless instinctively feels, I am good for something! My existence is not without reason! I know that I could be a quite a different person! How can I be of use, how can I be of service? There is something inside me, but what can it be? He is quite another idler. If you like you may take me for one of those.

The Lord prefers common-looking people: that is why he made so many of them.

The God of Abraham is not only unworthy of the immensity of creation; he is unworthy even of man.[2]

You ain't worth a greased lack pin to ram you into hell. Ch.6, p.101

Every man has to seek in his own way to make his own self more noble and to realize his own true worth.

You are not an accident. p. 22

The man who has not anything to boast of but his illustrious ancestors, is like a potato-the only good belonging to him is underground.

We are all worms, but I do believe I am a glowworm.

Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou, who dost thy millions boast, A village less than Islington wilt grow, A solitude almost.

'He does not love me for my birth Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,' said Lady Clare.

You don't have to be somebody 'cause being someone does not make you anybody anyways.

This year I just want to enjoy myself. I could give up tomorrow without having the slightest regret. I could keep away from this world for a year and then perhaps start to feel the desire to prove something to myself again.

(Addressing Billy Gunn) The night you won King of the Ring, you got down on your kness, and you said a prayer and it sounded like this: (whiny voice as Billy Gunn) 'Oh dear God, you see, my name's Billy, and I just won King of the Ring. But there's one problem. Everybody still thinks (in more strident tones)THAT I ABSOLUTELY SUCK!' And then Billy, the clouds parted, the Heavens opened, and God Himself spoke to you and said this: 'BOB,' 'But my name's Billy.' 'IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS! BOB, YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT; YOU DO SUCK!'

'Even if you can't hear them or see them at all, a person's a person, no matter how small. That's my code. My motto.' (Horton Hears A Who!)

Dennis: She's turned me down. She's broken my heart. Hal: She doesn't know what she is missing, baby. Dennis: But she does! That's what's so humiliating.

Joyce was a wonderful woman, but she wasn't Prime Minister, was she?

Give me a break! Ooh, let me try! Give me something to show For my miserable life! Give me something to take! Would you break even my wings, Just like a swallow?

Who is the loving person? The loving person is the person who loves him or herself. I say this so often, and people say, 'Oh yes, you're so right,' but they don't do it! You will never be able to love anyone else until you love yourself. Even With you Fat Thighs!

For I am the size of what I see / not my height's size.

Il y a du merite sans elevation, mais il n'y a point d'elevation sans quelque merite.

When I am not desperate, I am worthless.

Ah, tenez, vous etes de la merde dans un bas de soie.

Problems worthy of attack prove their worth by hitting back.

All instincts immature, All purposes unsure, That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's amount: Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.