Age, with shamefaced relief, has learned the solvent quality of Time. It is this quality which makes possible the contemplation of certain embarrassing heavenly reunions.

... in a wicked way, it is an incentive to good living to observe the spice of enjoyment there is to a godly soul in a very little sin.

... if a man really and truly believed that black was white, you might advise him to see an oculist, but you mustn't call him a liar.

as I get older there is nothing more constantly astonishing to me than the goodness of the Bad; - unless it is the badness of the Good.

The fact is, the secret of happiness is the sense of proportion.

Weakness is a great bully without knowing it.

Conscience that isn't hitched up to common sense is a mighty dangerous thing.