The only thing a man knows is himself.

Vanity in its idler moments is benevolent, is as willing to give pleasure as to take it, and accepts as sufficient reward for its services a kind word or an approving smile.

Your death and my death are mainly of importance to ourselves. The black plumes will be stripped off our hearses within the hour; tears will dry, hurt hearts close again, our graves grow level with the church-yard, and although we are away, the world wags on. It does not miss us; and those who are near us, when the first strangeness of vacancy wears off, will not miss us much either.

Good-humor and, generosity carry day with the popular heart all the world over.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

To have to die is a distinction of which no man is proud.

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.