Truth is like heat or light; its vibrations are endless, and are endlessly felt.
Habit does much to reconcile us to unpleasantness.
I notice that when people have no sense of responsibility, you call them either criminals or geniuses.
A letter is a risky thing; the writer gambles on the reader's frame of mind.
... some of the things floating about in the Well of Memory are not worth recording.
I've always thought the law ought to put on spectacles, it has mighty poor eyesight once in a while.