Good wine needs no bush; a jug is the thing.

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

A mighty porterhouse steak an inch and a half thick, hot and sputtering from the griddle; dusted with fragrant pepper; enriched with little melting bits of butter of the most impeachable freshness and genuineness; the precious juices of the meat trickling out and joining the gravy, archipelagoed with mushrooms; a township or two of tender, yellowish fat gracing an out-lying district of this ample county of beefsteak; the long white bone which divides the sirloin from the tenderloin still in its place.

The easy confidence with which I know another man's religion is folly teaches me to suspect that my own is also.

None of us can have as many virtues as the fountain-pen, or half its cussedness; but we can try.

If you shamefully misuse a cat once she will always maintain a dignified reserve toward you afterward. You will never get her full confidence again.

Only he who has seen better days and lives to see better days again knows their full value.