Oscar Wilde said that sunsets were not valued because we could not pay for sunsets. But Oscar Wilde was wrong; we can pay for sunsets. We can pay for them by not being Oscar Wilde.

Ingratitude is surely the chief of the intellectual sins of man. He takes his political benefits for granted, just as he takes the skies and the seasons for granted.

And all over the world, the old literature, the popular literature, is the same. It consists of very dignified sorrow and very undignified fun. Its sad tales are of broken hearts; its happy tales are of broken heads.

A nation that has nothing but its amusements will not be amused for long.

We're all in the same boat, and we're all seasick.

Joy, which was the small publicity of the pagan, is the gigantic secret of the Christian.

A crown of roses is also a crown of thorns.