However vague they are, dreams have a way of concealing themselves and leave us no peace until they are translated into reality, like seeds germinating underground, sure to sprout in their search for the sunlight.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

This I conceive to be the chemical function of humor: to change the character of our thought.

Those who are wise won't be busy, and those who are too busy can't be wise.

Society can exist only on the basis that there is some amount of polished lying and that no one says exactly what he thinks.

In contrast to logic, there is common sense, or still better, the Spirit of Reasonableness.

Happiness for me is largely a matter of digestion.