To be satisfied with what one has; that is wealth. As long as one sorely needs a certain additional amount, that man isn't rich.

Adam was the luckiest man in the world. He had no mother-in-law.

The choir always tittered and whispered all through the service. There was once a church choir that was not ill-bred, but I have forgotten where it was.

Christianity will doubtless still survive in the earth ten centuries hence- stuffed and in a museum.

Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.

I have been studying the traits and dispositions of the "lower animals" (so called) and contrasting them with the traits and dispositions of man. I find the result humiliating to me.

What a man misses mostly in heaven is company.