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

You can tell the ideals of a nation by its advertisements.

It seldom pays to be rude. It never pays to be only half-rude.

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.

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

What is all wisdom save a collection of platitudes? But the man who orders his life according to their teachings cannot go far wrong.

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