When a man stands on the verge of seventy-two you know perfectly well that he never reached that place without knowing what this life is - heartbreaking bereavement.

Always tell the truth. That way you don't have to remember what you said.

There was never a century nor a country that was short of experts who knew the Deity's mind and were willing to reveal it.

No one is willing to acknowledge a fault in himself when a more agreeable motive can be found for the estrangement of his acquaintances.

Your actions speak so much louder than words.

Put no trust in the benefits to accrue from early rising, as set forth by the infatuated Franklin.

Yes, even I am dishonest. Not in many ways, but in some. Forty-one, I think it is.