It is human life. We are blown upon the world; we float buoyantly upon the summer air a little while, complacently showing off our grace of form and our dainty iridescent colors; then we vanish with a little puff, leaving nothing behind but a memory - and sometimes not even that. I suppose that at those solemn times when we wake in the deeps of the night and reflect, there is not one of us who is not willing to confess that he is really only a soap-bubble, and as little worth the making.

What is human life? The first third a good time; the rest remembering about it.

A man who keeps company with glaciers comes to feel tolerably insignificant by and by.

The secret of getting ahead is getting started

A conspiracy is nothing but a secret agreement of a number of men for the pursuance of policies which they dare not admit in public

Whiskey is for drinking; water is for fighting over.

The most interesting information comes from children, for they tell all they know and then stop.