Men can do nothing without the make-believe of a beginning.

There's good chances and bad chances, and nobody's luck is pulled only by one string.

History, we know, is apt to repeat itself.

We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

The fact is, both callers and work thicken - the former sadly interfering with the latter.

A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.

So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.