We should nourish our souls on the dew of Poesy, and manure them as well.

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

Whiskey has killed more men than bullets, but most men would rather be full of whiskey than bullets.

People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.

Solvency is entirely a matter of temperament and not of income.

We need two kinds of acquaintances, one to complain to, while to the others we boast.

The old know what they want; the young are sad and bewildered.