To marry a fool is to be no fool.

It is a strange enterprise to make respectable people laugh.

Perfect good sense shuns all extremity, content to couple wisdom with sobriety.

And with his arms crossed he looks pityingly down from his spiritual height on everything that anyone says.

The maturing process of becoming a writer is akin to that of a harlot. First you do it for love, then for a few friends, and finally only for money.

It is fine for a woman to know a lot; but I don't want her to have this shocking desire to be learned for learnedness sake. When I ask a woman a question, I like her to pretend to ignore what she really knows.

How easily a fathers tenderness is recalled, and how quickly a son's offenses vanish at the slightest word of repentance!