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

What joy can the years bring half so sweet as the unhappiness they've taken away?

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

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

I find a fascination, like the fascination for the moth of a star, in those who hold aloof and disdain me.

We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stutter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.

If it's to be, it's up to me.