The less a man knows the bigger the noise he makes and the higher the salary he commands.

It is hard enough luck being a monarch, without being a target also.

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

If work were so pleasant, the rich would keep it for themselves.

We were surprised how closely the cuckoo imitated the clock-and yet, of course, it could never have heard a clock.

There was never yet an uninteresting life. Such a thing is an impossibility. Inside of the dullest exterior there is a drama, a comedy, and a tragedy.

If science exterminates a disease which has been working for God, it is God that gets the credit and all the pulpits break into grateful advertising-raptures and call attention to how good he is. Yes, he has done it. Perhaps he waited a thousand years before doing it. They forget to say that he is the slowest mover in the universe, that his Eye That Never Sleeps, might as well, since it takes a century to see what any other eye can see in a week.