Day after day, night after night, my life at home is far from bright, but even home has more variety, than I can find in cafe society.
Accustomed as I am to public speaking, I know the futility of it.
Every time we tell anybody to cheer up, things might be worse, we run away for fear we might be asked to specify how.
Drinking is bad taste but tastes good.
If a man keeps his trap shut, the world will beat a path to his door.
Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory.