It is easy to make plans in this world; even a cat can do it; and when one is out in those remote oceans it is noticeable that a cat's plans and a man's are worth about the same. There is much the same shrinkage in both, in the matter of values.

It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.

Never argue with a fool, onlookers may not be able to tell the difference.

Dying man couldn't make up his mind which place to go to-both have their advantages, heaven for the climate, hell for the company!

We all do no end of feeling, and we mistake it for thinking. And out of it we get an aggregation which we consider a boon. Its name is public opinion. It is held in reverence. Some think it the voice of God.

We were surprised how closely the cuckoo imitated the clock-and yet, of course, it could never have heard a clock.

Out of the unconscious lips of babes and sucklings are we satirized.