The longer one lives, the more one realizes that nothing is a dish for every day.

I can find no room in my cosmos for a deity save as a waste product of human weakness, the excrement of the imagination.

People who have reformed themselves has contributed their full share towards the reformation of their neighbor.

There is so much goodness in real life- do let us keep it out of our books.

One can always trust to time. Insert a wedge of time and nearly everything straightens itself out.

The families of our friends are always a disappointment.

Bouillabaisse is only good because cooked by the French, who, if they cared to try, could produce an excellent and nutritious substitute out of cigar stumps and empty matchboxes.