Sick I am of idle words, past all reconciling, Words that weary and perplex and pander and conceal, Wake the sounds that cannot lie, for all their sweet beguiling; The language one need fathom not, but only hear and feel.

Life ain't all beer and skittles, and more's the pity; but what's the odds, so long as you're happy?

Lovely female shapes are terrible complicators of the difficulties and dangers of this earthly life, especially for their owners.

An apple is an excellent thing -- until you have tried a peach.

Happiness is like time and space-we make and measure it ourselves; it is as fancy, as big, as little, as you please, just a thing of contrasts and comparisons.

The best years of a man's life are after he is forty. A man at forty has ceased to hunt the moon.

The wretcheder one is, the more one smokes; and the more one smokes, the wretcheder one gets-a vicious circle.