Teach to the young, men's enduring truths, and let the learned amuse themselves with their passing errors.

The truth is that there are no things for which men will make such herculean efforts as the things of which they know they are unworthy.

Circumstances break men's bones; it has never been shown that they break men's optimism.

A small artist is content with art; a great artist is content with nothing except everything.

The miser is the man who starves himself and everybody else, in order to worship wealth in its dead form, as distinct from its living form.

Truths turn into dogmas the minute they are disputed.

We are always giving foreign names to very native things. If there is a thing that reeks of the glorious tradition of the old English tavern, it is toasted cheese. But for some wild reason we call it Welsh rarebit. I believe that what we call Irish stew might more properly be called English stew, and that it is not particularly familiar in Ireland.