What a world of trouble those who never marry escape! There are many happy matches, it is true, and sometimes "my dear," and "my love" come from the heart; but what sensible bachelor, rejoicing in his freedom and years of discretion, will run the tremendous risk?

One of my theories is that the hearts of men are about alike, no matter what their skin color.

I have too much respect for the truth to drag it out on every trifling occasion.

Figures often beguile me, particularly when I have the arranging of them myself; in which case the remark attributed to Disraeli would often apply with justice and force: "There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics."

I was born with Halley's Comet and I expect to die upon its return

I am not an economist. I am an honest man!

Who is this Renaissance? Where did he come from? Who gave him permission to cram the Republic with his execrable daubs?