Carelessness in dressing is moral suicide.

In all lands, sailors form a race apart. They profess a congenital contempt for landlubbers. As for the tradesman, he understands nothing of sailors nor cares a fig about them. He is content to rob them if he can.

A husband and wife who have separate bedrooms have either drifted apart or found happiness.

One of the most detestable habits of Lilliputian minds is to find their own littleness in others.

Your modest savant smiles as he says to his admirers: What have I done? Nothing. Man does not invent a force, he directs it.

Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person of the male bird.

Political liberty, the peace of a nation, and science itself are gifts for which Fate demands a heavy tax in blood!