To have given pleasure to one human being is a recollection that sweetens life.

Humor distorts nothing, and only false gods are laughed off their earthly pedestals.

Where there is no temptation, there is no virtue.

No man pursues what he has at hand. No man recognizes the need of pursuit until that which he desires has escaped him.

We have but the memories of past good cheer, we have but the echoes of departed laughter. In vain we look and listen for the mirth that has died away. In vain we seek to question the gray ghosts of old-time revelers.

Erudition, like a bloodhound, is a charming thing when held firmly in leash, but it is not so attractive when turned loose upon a defenseless and unerudite public.

It is in his pleasure that a man really lives.