India is, the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and the great grand mother of tradition. our most valuable and most instructive materials in the history of man are treasured up in India only.

Comparison is the death of joy.

A dream...I was trying to explain to St. Peter, and was doing it in the German tongue, because I didn't want to be too explicit.

Water, taken in moderation, cannot hurt anybody.

Alas! those good old days are gone, when a murderer could wipe the stain from his name and soothe his trouble to sleep simply by getting out his blocks and mortar and building an addition to a church.

I'm glad I did it, partly because it was worth it, but mostly because I shall never have to do it again.

There is nothing that saps one's confidence as the knowing how to do a thing