Life is so full of miseries, minor and major; they press so close upon us at every step of the way, that it is hardly worthwhile to call one another's attention to their presence.

The vanity of man revolts from the serene indifference of the cat.

Love is a malady, the common symptoms of which are the same in all patients.

The carefully fostered theory that schoolwork can be made easy and enjoyable breaks down as soon as anything, however trivial, has to be learned.

It is not begging but the beggar, who has forfeited favor with the elect.

There is no illusion so permanent as that which enables us to look backward with complacency; there is no mental process so deceptive as the comparing of recollections with realities.

Necessity knows no Sunday.