Etiquette requires us to admire the human race.

When the human race has once acquired a superstition, nothing short of death is ever likely to remove it.

The heart is the real fountain of youth.

Leaving out the gamblers, the burglars, and the plumbers, perhaps we do put our trust in God after a fashion. But, after all, it is an overstatement. If the cholera or black plague should come to these shores, perhaps the bulk of the nation would pray to be delivered from it, but the rest would put their trust in The Health Board.

The church is always trying to get other people to reform, it might not be a bad idea to reform itself a little, by way of example

Another editor. That thing behind his ear is his pencil. Whenever he finds a bright thing in your manuscript he strikes it out with that. That does him good, and makes him smile and show his teeth, the way he is doing in the picture. This one has just been striking out a smart thing, and now he is sitting there with his thumbs in his vest-holes, gloating. They are full of envy and malice, editors are.

The physician who knows only medicine, knows not even medicine.