O sleep, O gentle sleep, I thought gratefully, Nature's gentle nurse.

He who angers you conquers you.

Fortunately, perhaps, I was completely ignorant of the orthodox theory of the disease polio-myelitis.

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.

His response was remarkable for its irrelevance, if for nothing else.

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.