Time and tide wait for no man. A pompous and self-satisfied proverb, and was true for a billion years; but in our day of electric wires and water-ballast we turn it around: Man waits not for time nor tide.
It is human to exaggerate the merits of the dead.
My father was a Saint Bernard, my mother was a Collie, but I am a Presbyterian.
Damn the subjunctive. It brings all our writers to shame.
An uneasy conscience is a hair in the mouth.
Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.