How easily a fathers tenderness is recalled, and how quickly a son's offenses vanish at the slightest word of repentance!
People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous.
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.
The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it.
Words and deeds are far from being one. Much that is talked about is left undone.
There is nothing so necessary for men as dancing.