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

I plodded conscientiously through the twenty-six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid's knee.

Idling has always been my strong point.

One we discover how to appreciate the timeless values in our daily experiences, we can enjoy the best things in life.

I often arrive at quite sensible ideas and judgements, on the spur of the moment. It is when I stop to think that I become foolish.

Cheese, like oil, makes too much of itself.

Time is but the shadow of the world upon the background of Eternity.