Love, I take it, must look toward something not quite accessible, something not quite understood.

The optimist sees a light at the end of the tunnel, the realist sees a train entering the tunnel, the pessimist sees a train speeding at him, hell for leather, and the machinist sees three idiots sitting on the rail track. "The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds; the pessimist fears this is true."

What really matters is that there is so much faith and love and kindliness which we can share with and provoke in others, and that by cleanly, simple, generous living we approach perfection in the highest and most lovely of all arts. . . . But you, I think, have always comprehended this.

Thou shalt not offend against the notions of thy neighbor.

People marry through a variety of other reasons, and with varying results: but to marry for love is to invite inevitable tragedy.

In what else, pray, does man differ from the other animals except in that he is used by words?

There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.