The world is not unkind, and reprobates are worse than their reputations.

It is a matter of life and death for married people to interrupt each others stories; for it they did not, they would burst.

Fine writers should split hairs together, and sit side by side, like friendly apes, to pick the fleas from each others fur.

I am one of the unpraised, unrewarded millions without whom Statistics would be a bankrupt science. It is we who are born, who marry, who die, in constant ratios.

One's own vanities and humiliations I find a delicious subject for conversation. Things said of me behind my back I don't enjoy, and don't listen to them.

How it infuriates a bigot, when he is forced to drag out his dark convictions!

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