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.
We all do no end of feeling, and we mistake it for thinking.
That optimist of yours is always ready to turn hell's backyard into a play-ground.
Wagner has some great moments, but a lot of miserable half hours.
Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
Adam and Eve had many advantages, but the principal one was that they escaped teething.