I have never left another senator out to dry. Never.

We never know the worth of water till the well is dry

I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather be a streaming meteor than a sleepy and permanent planet. I would rather burn out in a blaze of streaming glory than be stifled like dry rot. I shall use my time.

Be good, keep your feet dry, your eyes open, your heart at peace and your soul in the joy of Christ

If you were to destroy the belief in immortality in mankind, not only love but every living force on which the continuation of all life in the world depended, would dry up at once.

There’s a pain in my chest I cannot explain I told myself I wasn’t gon’ cry Then somebody’s gotta come dry these eyes

Let’s get out of these wet clothes and into a dry Martini.

When the well is dry, we know the worth of water