I think I owe my life to cork soles.

The satirist who writes nothing but satire should write but little - or it will seem that his satire springs rather from his own caustic nature than from the sins of the world in which he lives.

It is no good any longer having any opinion upon anything.

High rank and soft manners may not always belong to a true heart.

There is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six hours in which to do it.

But then the pastors and men of God can only be human,--cannot altogether be men of God; and so they have oppressed us, and burned us, and tortured us, and hence come to love palaces, and fine linen, and purple, and, alas, sometimes, mere luxury and idleness.

There is no road to wealth so easy and respectable as that of matrimony.