It is an admitted fact that the ordinary tomtit of commerce has a sounder aesthetic taste than the average female relative in the country.

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.

The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.

Confront a child, a puppy, and a kitten with a sudden danger; the child will turn instinctively for assistance, the puppy will grovel in abject submission, the kitten will brace its tiny body for a frantic resistance.

A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.

It's no use growing older if you only learn new ways of misbehaving yourself.