Most people can't bear to sit in church for an hour on Sundays. How are they supposed to live somewhere very similar to it for eternity?

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.

Experience teaches us only one thing at a time - and hardly that, in my case.

Can it be possible that the painters make John the Baptist a Spaniard in Madrid and an Irishman in Dublin?

Familiarity breeds contempt - and children.

We are discreet sheep; we wait to see how the drove is going, and then go with the drove.

The fear of lightning is one of the most distressing infirmities a human being can be afflicted with. It is mostly confined to women, but now and then you find it in a little dog, and sometimes a man.