Tough times teach trust.

Love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes-none knows whence-and cannot explain itself.

The average American's simplest and commonest form of breakfast consists of coffee and beefsteak.

The pitifulest thing out is a mob; that's what an army is--a mob; they don't fight with courage that's born in them, but with courage that's borrowed from their mass, and from their officers. But a mob without any MAN at the head of it is BENEATH pitifulness.

This is the only sane clerical the earthquake has exposed to view yet.

Always obey your parents. When they are present. This is the best policy in the long run. Because if you don't, they will make you. Most parents think they know better than you do, and you can generally make more by humoring that superstition than you can by acting on your own better judgment.

If we were meant to talk more than listen, we would have two mouths and one ear.