In armies, navies, cities, or families, in nature herself, nothing more relaxes good order than misery.

As with ships, so with men; he who turns his back to his foe gives him an advantage.

Only the man who says no is free

I cherish the greatest respect towards everybody's religious obligations, no matter how comical.

In truth, a mature man who uses hair oil, unless medicinally, that man has probably got a quoggy spot in him somewhere.

All round and round does the world lie as in a sharp-shooter's ambush, to pick off the beautiful illusions of youth, by the pitiless cracking rifles of the realities of age.

The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run