I could not conjure up one melancholy fancy upon a mutton chop and a glass of champagne.

When a man or woman loves to brood over a sorrow and takes care to keep it green in their memory, you may be sure it is no longer a pain to them.

It is very strange, this domination of our intellect by our digestive organs. We cannot work, we cannot think, unless our stomach wills so. It dictates to us our emotions, our passions.... 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. Then virtue and contentment will come and reign within your heart, unsought by any effort of your own; and you will be a good citizen, a loving husband, and a tender father—a noble, pious man.

It takes 3 girls to tow always; two to hold the rope, and the other one runs round and round, and giggles.

Cultivate a sense of humour. From a humorous point of view this lunch is rather good.

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

It's really extraordinary what a variety of ways of loving there must be. We all do it as it was never done before.