Habit does much to reconcile us to unpleasantness.

... 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.

Some time in our lives every man and woman of us, putting out our hands toward the stars, touch on either side our prison walls the immutable limitations of temperament

Absurdity is the one thing love can't stand; it can overlook anything else, -- coldness, or weakness, or viciousness, -- but just be ridiculous and that's the end of it!

Fighting should be left to dogs and cats and chickens, who can't reason.

There is no embarrassment quite like the embarrassment of listening to a person for whom one has a regard making a fool of himself.

Habit does much to reconcile us to unpleasantness.