My mother used to say, 'He who angers you, conquers you!' But my mother was a saint.

Some minds remain open long enough for the truth not only to enter but to pass on through by way of a ready exit without pausing anywhere along the route.

It is easier to recount grievances and slights than it is to set down a broad redress of such grievances and slights. The reason is that one fears to be thought of as an arrant braggart.

I'd like to live every moment of my life, but not a moment after.

The record of one's life must needs prove more interesting to him who writes it than to him who reads what has been written.

He who angers you conquers you.

He looked at the book, took my name, and consulted his records. Then he informed me I had been lost at sea and was dead. Under the circumstances, he could not possibly give me any money... Even the fact that he was dealing with someone who had been dead for several days failed to awaken interest in his official heart.