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

Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends.

Education is a state-controlled manufactory of echoes.

Wine is a precarious aphrodisiac, and its fumes have blighted many a mating.

How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.

You can construct the character of a man and his age not only from what he does and says, but from what he fails to say and do.

A man can believe a considerable deal of rubbish, and yet go about his daily work in a rational and cheerful manner.