Wine is a precarious aphrodisiac, and its fumes have blighted many a mating.
To find a friend one must close one eye. To keep him...two.
A man can believe a considerable deal of rubbish, and yet go about his daily work in a rational and cheerful manner.
You can tell the ideals of a nation by its advertisements.
The present age, for all its cosmopolitan hustle, is curiously suburban in spirit.
I can find no room in my cosmos for a deity save as a waste product of human weakness, the excrement of the imagination.