It is one of the maladies of our age to profess a frenzied allegiance to truth in unimportant matters, to refuse consistently to face her where graver issues are at stake.

The families of our friends are always a disappointment.

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

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

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.

There is in us a lyric germ or nucleus which deserves respect; it bids a man to ponder or create; and in this dim corner of himself he can take refuge and find consolations which the society of his fellow creatures does not provide.

A man who is stingy with saffron is capable of seducing his own grandmother.