Life is but a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream.
The Moral Sense teaches us what is right, and how to avoid it-when unpopular.
Grief can take care if itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
Too bad that youth is wasted on the young.
The North thinks it knows how to make corn bread, but this is a gross superstition. Perhaps no bread in the world is quite as good as Southern corn bread, and perhaps no bread in the world is quite as bad as the Northern imitation of it.
They say that you can't live by bread alone, but I can live on compliments.