The trouble ain't that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain't distributed right.

We love old travelers: we love to hear them prate, drivel and lie; we love them for their asinine vanity, their ability to bore, their luxuriant fertility of imagination, their startling, brilliant, overwhelming mendacity.

There is nothing in the world like a persuasive speech to fuddle the mental apparatus and upset the convictions and debauch the emotions of an audience not practiced in the tricks and delusions of oratory

I haven't a particle of confidence in a man who has no redeeming petty vices whatsoever.

To go abroad has something of the same sense that death brings. I am no longer of ye-what ye say of me is now of no consequence.

Love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes-none knows whence-and cannot explain itself.

I found out that I was a Christian for revenue only and I could not bear the thought of that, it was so ignoble.