I cannot help but notice that there is no problem between us that cannot be solved by your departure.

The more I learn about people, the more I like my dog.

When someone dies, it is like when your house burns down; it isn't for years that you realize the full extent of your loss.

All good things arrive unto them that wait - and don't die in the meantime.

All say, ‘how hard it is that we have to die’ -- a strange complaint to come from the mouths of those who have had to live.

Man seems to be a rickety poor sort of thing, any way you take him; a kind of British Museum of infirmities and inferiorities. He is always undergoing repairs. A machine that was as unreliable as he is would have no market.

It is just like man's vanity and impertinence to call an animal dumb because it is dumb to his dull perceptions.