Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong!
Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?