It is familiarity with life that makes time speed quickly. When every day is a step in the unknown, as for children, the days are long with gathering of experience . . .

Money is made at Christmas out of holly and mistletoe, but who save the vendors would greatly care if no green branch were procurable?

I hate with a bitter hatred the names of lentils haricots - those pretentious cheats of the appetite, those tabulated humbugs, those certified aridites calling themselves human food!

A pipe for the hour of work; a cigarette for the hour of conception; a cigar for the hour of vacuity.

That is one of the bitter curses of poverty; it leaves no right to be generous.

Parks are but pavement disguised with a growth of grass.

Persistent prophecy is a familiar way of assuring the event.