Virtue has never been as respectable as money.

What ought to be done to the man who invented the celebrating of anniversaries? Mere killing would be too light.

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.

When a man arrives at great prosperity God did it: when he falls into disaster he did it himself.

All say, ‘how hard it is that we have to die’ -- a strange complaint to come from the mouths of those who have had to live.

Everything human is pathetic

Happiness ain't a thing in itself - it's only a contrast with something that ain't pleasant.