Wine is a precarious aphrodisiac, and its fumes have blighted many a mating.
How often could things be remedied by a word. How often is it left unspoken.
It seldom pays to be rude. It never pays to be only half-rude.
You can tell the ideals of a nation by its advertisements.
The sublimity of wisdom is to do those things living, which are to be desired when dying.
Has any man ever obtained inner harmony by simply reading about the experiences of others? Not since the world began has it ever happened. Each man must go through the fire himself.