John Ford Quotes

Melancholy
Is not, as you conceive, indisposition
Of body, but the mind's disease.

Tell us, pray, what devil
This melancholy is, which can transform
Men into monsters.

Physicians are the cobblers, rather the botchers, of men's bodies; as the one patches our tattered clothes, so the other solders our diseased flesh.

Flattery
Is monstrous in a true friend.

A bachelor
May thrive by observation, on a little.
A single life's no burden: but to draw
In yokes is chargeable, and will require
A double maintenance.

Sister, look ye,
How, by a new creation of my tailor's
I've shook off old mortality.

Oh, happy kings,
Whose thrones are raised in their subjects' hearts.

Her words are trusty heralds to her mind.