Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

Life is full of its disappointments, and I suppose the art of being happy is to disguise them as illusions.

Addresses are given to us to conceal our whereabouts.

Great Socialist statesmen aren't made, they're still-born.

When people grow gradually rich their requirements and standard of living expand in proportion, while their present-giving instincts often remain in the undeveloped condition of their earlier days. Something showy and not-too-expensive in a shop is their only conception of the ideal gift.

A beautifully constructed borshch, such as you are going to experience presently, ought not only to banish conversation but almost to annihilate thought.

The cook was a good cook, as cooks go; and as cooks go, she went.