It is not a new thing for a thoroughly good and well-meaning preacher´s soft heart to run away with his soft head.

France has neither winter, nor summer, nor morals. France is miserable because it is filled with Frenchmen, and Frenchmen are miserable because they live in France.

Never argue with a fool, onlookers may not be able to tell the difference.

Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.

But old fools is the biggest fools there is.

Humor must not professedly teach and it must not professedly preach, but it must do both if it would live forever.

Strip the human race, absolutely naked, and it would be a real democracy. But the introduction of even a rag of tiger skin, or a cowtail, could make a badge of distinction and be the beginning of a monarchy.