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

Priests, magistrates and ladies never quite take off their gowns.

Tradesmen regard an author with a mixed feeling of terror, compassion and curiosity.

Several sorts of memory exist in us; body and mind each possesses one peculiar to itself. Nostalgia, for instance, is a malady of the physical memory.

The secret of a great success for which you are at a loss to account is a crime that has never been found out, because it was properly executed.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

To promote laughter without joining in it greatly heightens the effect.