Wit is as infinite as love, and a deal more lasting in its qualities.
It is not depravity that afflicts the human race so much as a general lack of intelligence.
History is, and has always been trameled by facts. It may ignore some and deny others; but it cannot accommodate itself unreservedly to theories; it cannot be stripped of things evidenced in favor of things surmised.
Necessity knows no Sunday.
The cat dwells within the circle of her own secret thoughts.
Letter-writing on the part of a busy man or woman is the quintessence of generosity.