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

Think how many blameless lives are brightened by the blazing indiscretions of other people.

He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.

A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.

Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.

I hate posterity - it's so fond of having the last word.

Never be a pioneer. It's the early Christian that gets the fattest lion.