There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.
There is anguish in the recollection that we have not adequately appreciated the affection of those whom we have loved and lost.
Ah, Ireland... That damnable, delightful country, where everything that is right is the opposite of what it ought to be.
Accent and emphasis are the pith of reading; punctuation is but secondary.
Action may not always bring happiness; but there is no happiness without action.
The art of conversation is to be prompt without being stubborn, to refute without argument, and to clothe great matters in a motley garb.