Give a bad boy enough rope, and he'll soon make a jackass of himself.
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Carlo Collodi
Carlo Lorenzini, better known by the pen name Carlo Collodi (Italian pronunciation: [ˈkarlo kolˈlɔːdi]; 24 November 1826 – 26 October 1890), was an Italian author, humorist, and journalist, widely known for his fairy tale novel The Adventures of Pinocchio. 2Early life Collodi was born in Florence on 24 November 1826. His mother Angiolina Orzali was a seamstress from the town of Collodi from which he took the stage-name and his father, Domenico Lorenzini was a cook and both worked for the Marquis Ginori Lisci. Collodi was the eldest in the family and he had 10 siblings but seven died at a young age. He spent most of his childhood in the town of Collodi where his mother was born. He lived there with his grandmother. After attending primary school, he was sent to study at a seminary called Colle Val d'Elsa. An account explained that Ginori offered financial aid but the boy found that he did not want to be a priest so he continued his education at the College of the Scolopi Fathers in Florence. Two years later, he started working at the bookstore Libreria Piatti, where he assisted Giuseppe Aiazzi, a prominent Italian manuscript specialist. 2Career During the Italian wars of Independence in 1848 and 1860 Collodi served as a volunteer with the Tuscan arm
You buttered your bread. Now sleep in it!
I'd rather be smart than be an actor.
Well... guess he won't need me anymore. What does an actor want with a conscience, anyway?
Jiminy Cricket: [quietly] Toodle-oo, Stromboli. Pinocchio: Goodbye, Mr Stromb... Jiminy Cricket: Shhh! Quiet! Let's get out of here before something else happens.
Now, remember, Pinocchio: be a good boy. And always let your conscience be your guide.
[to Monstro] Hey, blubber mouth, open up! I gotta get in there!
Little puppet made of pine, awake. The gift of life is thine.
Pinocchio: [looking for Geppetto, who has been swallowed by Monstro the whale] Father! Jiminy Cricket: Father! Huh? He ain't my father. Uh, Mr. Geppetto!
Good Geppetto, you have given so much happiness to others, that you deserve to have your wish come true.
A boy who won't be good might just as well be made of wood.
[after singing 'When You Wish Upon a Star'] Pretty, huh? I'll bet a lot of you folks don't believe that, about a wish comin' true, do ya? Well, I didn't, either. Of course, I'm just a cricket singing my way from hearth to hearth, but let me tell you what made me change my mind.
Prove yourself brave, truthful, and unselfish, and someday, you will be a real boy.
A lie keeps growing and growing until it's as plain as the nose on your face.