The world is a play that would not be worth seeing if we knew the plot.
Many people lose their tempers merely from seeing you keep yours.
Sin in this country has been always said to be rather calculating than impulsive.
Literary people are forever judging the quality of the mind by the turn of expression.
One learns little more about a man from the feats of his literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.
As wounded men may limp through life, so our war minds may not regain the balance of their thoughts for decades.