A half-truth is the most cowardly of lies.

Dying man couldn't make up his mind which place to go to-both have their advantages, heaven for the climate, hell for the company!

If you have no will to change it, you have no right to criticize it.

The water is clearer than the air, and the air is the air that angels breathe.

A new oath holds pretty well; but... when it is become old, and frayed out, and damaged by a dozen annual retryings of its remains, it ceases to be serviceable; any little strain will snap it.

Grief can take care if itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.

There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.