One holds a bottle of red wine by the neck, a woman by the waist, and a bottle of champagne by the derriere.

Every time I read a Jane Austen novel, I feel like a bartender at the gates of heaven.

It is governed by minorities, seldom or never by majorities. It suppresses its feelings and its beliefs and follows the handful that makes the most noise. Sometimes the noisy handful is right, sometimes wrong, but no matter, the crowd follows it.

Stripping away the irrational, the illogical, and the impossible, I am left with atheism. I can live with that.

The statesmen will invent cheap lies, putting the blame upon the nation that is attacked, and every man will be glad of those conscience-soothing falsities, and will diligently study them, and refuse to examine any refutations of them; and thus he will by and by convince himself that the war is just, and will thank God for the better sleep he enjoys after this process of grotesque self-deception.

Only he who has seen better days and lives to see better days again knows their full value.

....try the mustard, - a man can't know what turnips are in perfection without mustard.