Every person is a book, each year a chapter.

I have damaged my intellect trying to imagine why a man should want to invent a repeating clock, and how another man could be found to lust after it and buy it. The man who can guess these riddles is far on the way to guess why the human race was invented - which is another riddle which tires me.

Man can seldom - very, very, seldom - fight a winning fight against his training; the odds are too heavy.

My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart-a heart so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation.

That's just the way: a person does a low-down thing, and then he don't want to take no consequences of it. Thinks as long as he can hide it, it ain't no disgrace.

If you can't stand solitude, perhaps others find you boring as well.

By common consent of all the nations and all the ages the most valuable thing in this world is the homage of men, whether deserved or undeserved.