To the artist is sometimes granted a sudden, transient insight which serves in this matter for experience. A flash, and where previously the brain held a dead fact, the soul grasps a living truth! At moments we are all artists.

During a long and varied career as a bachelor, dear spouse [mock platform manner], I have noticed that marriage is usually the death of politeness between a man and a woman.

Most people sleep themselves stupid.

Mother is far too clever to understand anything she does not like.

It is well, when judging a friend, to remember that he is judging you with the same godlike and superior impartiality.

Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts.

Of all the inhabitants of the inferno, none but Lucifer knows that hell is hell, and the secret function of purgatory is to make of heaven an effective reality.