Angels may be very excellent sort of folk in their way, but we, poor mortals, in our present state, would probably find them precious slow company.

We shall never be content until each man makes his own weather and keeps it to himself.

They [dogs] never talk about themselves but listen to you while you talk about yourself, and keep up an appearance of being interested in the conversation.

Oh, give me back the good old days of fifty years ago,“ has been the cry ever since Adam's fifty-first birthday.

We are so bound together that no man can labor for himself alone. Each blow he strikes in his own behalf helps to mold the universe.

"Not sure," he retorted; "you call yourself a journalist, and admit there is a subject under Heaven of which you are not sure!"

Ambition is only vanity ennobled.