When we say we are certain so-and-so can't possibly have done it, what we mean is that we think he very likely did.

Only those who get into scrapes with their eyes open can find the safe way out.

Those who talk on the razor-edge of double-meanings pluck the rarest blooms from the precipice on either side.

Uncultivated minds are not full of wild flowers, like uncultivated fields. Villainous weeds grow in them and they are the haunt of toads.

If we shake hands with icy fingers, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.

Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.

So, I never lose a sense of the whimsical and perilous charm of daily life, with its meetings and words and accidents.