It is at our mother's knee that we acquire our noblest and truest and highest ideals.

Necessity is the mother of taking chances.

There is no unhappiness like the misery of sighting land (and work) again after a cheerful, careless voyage.

Most men die at 27, we just bury them at 72.

A banquet is probably the most fatiguing thing in the world except ditchdigging. It is the insanest of all recreations. The inventor of it overlooked no detail that could furnish weariness, distress, harassment, and acute and long-sustained misery of mind and body.

An enemy can partly ruin a man, but it takes a good-natured injudicious friend to complete the thing and make it perfect.

Taking the pledge will not make bad liquor good, but it will improve it.