We are but the veriest, sorriest slaves of our stomach. Reach not after morality and righteousness, my friends; watch vigilantly your stomach, and diet it with care and judgment.

I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed.

But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.

You can always tell the old river hand by the way in which he stretches himself out upon the cushions at the bottom of the boat, and encourages the rowers by telling them anecdotes about the marvellous feats he performed last season.

The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him.

Five thousand people in one society might do something, but five thousand societies of one member each would be a holy trouble.

I can't sit still and see another man slaving and working. I want to get up and superintend, and walk round with my hands in my pockets, and tell him what to do. It is my energetic nature. I can't help it.