One time, that true brass thimble.

“and a true brass thimble. Mauma said the thimble would be mine one day. When she wasn’t using it, I wore it on my…

— Sue Monk Kidd

A definition is a sack of flour compressed into a thimble

— Remy de Gourmont

If bullshit was music, that fellow would be a brass band.

— Paddy Crosbie

I have reared a memorial more enduring than brass, and loftier than the regal structure of the pyramids, which neither the corroding shower nor…

— Horace

As many bands as you heard [in New Orleans], that's how many bands you heard playing right. I thought I was in Heaven playing…

— Louis Armstrong

Custom is custom: it is built of brass, boiler-iron, granite; facts, reasonings, arguments have no more effect upon it than the idle winds have…

— Mark Twain

Virtue and learning, like gold, have their intrinsic value: but if they are not polished, they certainly lose a great deal of their luster:…

— Lord Chesterfield

Don Quixote followed nature, and being satisfied with his first sleep, did not solicit more. As for Sancho, he never wanted a second, for…

— Miguel de Cervantes

My father died very suddenly at sixty-three. Just dropped dead. For a long time afterward, I'd ask myself, Why didn't I ask him to…

— Clint Eastwood

Man, I did love this game. I'd have played for food money... I used to love traveling on the trains from town to town.…

— Ray Liotta

I smiled,"Deoch, my heart is made of stronger stuff than glass. When she strikes she'll find it strong as iron-bound brass, or gold and…

— Patrick Rothfuss

I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet-brown walls of the glass, the…

— Dylan Thomas

Hercules used noise! Brass bells! He scared them away with the most horrible sound he could-" said Percy "Percy... Chiron's collection!

— Rick Riordan

As you'll never hear the thing again, my boy, why not throw in a couple of brass bands?

— Thomas Beecham

Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are…

— Anais Nin