We never care to know new people unless we are sure we shall like them.
The grief of childhood is terrible while it lasts, it is so abandoned and so all-possessing.
A long while ago an eager group of reformers wrote to me asking if I could suggest anything that would improve the morals of the American people. I replied that the trouble with the American people in general was not lack of morals but lack of brains.
The French are a race of individuals. There is no type.
If you can't get the very best in this world, take nothing.
There is nothing so carking as the pangs of unsatisfied curiosity.