A Quote by Charles Caleb Colton

He that can please nobody is not so much to be pitied as he that nobody can please. — © Charles Caleb Colton
He that can please nobody is not so much to be pitied as he that nobody can please.

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To please everybody is impossible; were I to undertake it, I should probably please nobody.
When I was first writing, my little prayers were, 'Please, please, please. Let something be published someday.' Then it went to, 'Please, please, please. Let somebody read this.'
critic, n. A person who boasts himself hard to please because nobody tries to please him.
If you are writing comedy and try to please everybody, you'll please nobody.
If you are writing comedy and try to please everybody, you'll please nobody.
Those who seek to please everybody please nobody.
Please, please, please, please, please...,", squeezing his eyes shut because it somehow made the words more pure.
Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?
I can't complain about the support I've been given over the years, but I don't like it slipping away. Nobody says 'I'd like to be a bit less successful next year, please'. Nobody on the planet wants that, and I certainly don't.
Nobody should force you to do a bad piece of work in your whole life - no client, no creative director, nobody. The job isn't to please the client; the job is to produce something for the client that makes them incredibly successful.
Nobody the dead man & Nobody the living Nobody is giving in & Nobody is giving Nobody hears me but just Nobody cares Nobody fears me but Nobody just stares Nobody belongs to me & Nobody remains No Nobody knows nothing All that remains are remains
I was at the 1976 Republican Convention in Kansas City. I was running 'Nobody for President' at the time. I printed up these press releases and handed them out to the crowd at the Kemper Arena. 'Nobody keeps campaign promises.' 'Nobody lowers your taxes.' 'Nobody should have that much power.' 'Nobody is in Washington working for you.'
There's a wonderful old Italian joke about a poor man who goes to church every day and prays before the statue of a great saint,'Dear saint-please, please, please...give me the grace to win the lottery.' This lament goes on for months. Finally the exasperated statue come to life, looks down at the begging man and says in weary disgust,'My son-please, please, please...buy a ticket.
In the car on my way to premieres and awards shows, I'll sit with tissue paper under my armpits so I don't soil the delicate dress fabric. The whole time, I'm telling myself, 'Please don't sweat, please don't sweat.' I throw the tissues out right before I step out of the car, and nobody ever knows! I just put on a smile and fake it.
Please God, please suh, don't let him love nobody else but me. Maybe Ah'm is uh fool, Lawd, lak dey say, but Lawd, Ah been so lonesome, and Ah been waitin', Jesus. Ah done waited uh long time.
Dear God, please let him have heard me. Please. Please. If you're up there. Somewhere.
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