Raising children is like making biscuits: it is as easy to raise a big batch as one, while you have your hands in the dough.
Few men progress, except as they are pushed along by events.
Loving everybody is polygamy. I care for no friend who loves his enemy equally well.
Everyone hates a martyr; it's no wonder martyrs were burned at the stake.
When people hear good music, it makes them homesick for something they never had, and never will have.
Success does not mean happiness: it means an unusual number of industrious enemies.