Man's condition is horrible because, no matter what form his happiness may take, it arises from some species of ignorance.

He's got his dog trained so that it only does it on newspapers. The trouble is it does it when he's reading the blasted things.

As a rule, only the poor are generous.

There are houses in certain provincial towns whose aspect inspires melancholy, akin to that called forth by sombre cloisters, dreary moorlands, or the desolation of ruins. Within these houses there is, perhaps, the silence of the cloister, the barrenness of moors, the skeleton of ruins; life and movement are so stagnant there that a stranger might think them uninhabited, were it not that he encounters suddenly the pale, cold glance of a motionless person, whose half-monastic face peers beyond the window-casing at the sound of an unaccustomed step.

When we drink coffee, ideas march in like the army

Nothing can afford a woman greater pleasure than to hear tender words of love. The strictest, most devout woman will listen even if she must not answer.

For the person who loves God, worship is the daily bread of patience.