....try the mustard, - a man can't know what turnips are in perfection without mustard.

That is the way we are made: we don't reason, where we feel; we just feel.

You want to be very careful about lying; otherwise you are nearly sure to get caught.

We are always more anxious to be distinguished for a talent which we do not possess, than to be praised for the fifteen which we do possess.

Let us guess that whenever we read a sentence & like it, we unconsciously store it away in our model-chamber; & it goes, with the myriad of its fellows, to the building, brick by brick, of the eventual edifice which we call our style.

The heart is the real fountain of youth.

There are no grades of vanity; there are only grades of ability in concealing it.