I wish the English still possessed a shred of the old sense of humour which Puritanism, and dyspepsia, and newspaper reading, and tea-drinking have nearly extinguished.

It takes a wise man to handle a lie, a fool had better remain honest.

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.

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.

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

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

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