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

What is all wisdom save a collection of platitudes? Take fifty of our current proverbial sayings—they are so trite, so threadbare, that we can hardly bring our lips to utter them. None the less they embody the concentrated experience of the race, and the man who orders his life according to their teaching cannot go far wrong. How easy that seems! Has any one ever done so? Never. Has any man ever attained to inner harmony by pondering the experience of others? Not since the world began! He must pass through the fire.

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

Nobody can misunderstand a boy like his own mother. Mothers at present can bring children into the world, but this performance is apt to mark the end of their capacities. They can't even attend to the elementary animal requirements of their offspring. It is quite surprising how many children survive in spite of their mothers.

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

To find a friend one must close one eye. To keep him...two.

How often could things be remedied by a word. How often is it left unspoken.