To err is human; to forgive, infrequent.

Every time we tell anybody to cheer up, things might be worse, we run away for fear we might be asked to specify how.

There is no accounting for tastes, as the woman said when someone told her her son was wanted by the police.

I find that a great part of the information I have was acquired by looking up something and finding something else on the way.

I hate the pollyanna pest who says that all is for the best.

Too much truth is uncouth.

While the work or play is on, it is a lot of fun if while you are doing one you don't constantly feel that you ought to be doing the other.