Civilization sails prettily like a child's rubber balloon until it hits a sharp object; then it is likely to collapse like the balloon.

Public opinion is the pennant on a nation's mast which shows the politician and the editor how to trim the sails.

The fear we throw about danger is always as disproportionate as a paternal shirt on an infant.

Some men, like a wet dog, sprinkle a shower of advice over you when you are least prepared for a bath.

Some liars are so expert they deceive themselves.

The living have their eyes opened by closing the eyes of the dead.

Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.