Whisky is liquid sunshine.

If all the statisticians in the world were laid head to toe, they wouldn't be able to reach a conclusion

In an article on Bunyan lately published in the "Contemporary Review" - the only article on the subject worth reading on the subject I ever saw (yes, thank you, I am familiar with Macaulay's patronizing prattle about "The Pilgrim's Progress") etc.

Nowadays a parlor maid as ignorant as Queen Victoria was when she came to the throne would be classed as mentally defective.

The philosopher is Nature's pilot. And there you have our difference: to be in hell is to drift: to be in heaven is to steer.

What is the matter with the rich is Uselessness.

Man is the only animal which esteems itself rich in proportion to the number and voracity of its parasites.