Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold; But friendship is the rose, with sweets in every fold.

If wine tells truth - and so have said the wise, It makes me laugh to think how brandy lies!

Any new formula which suddenly emerges in our consciousness has its roots in long trains of thought; it is virtually old when it first makes its appearance among the recognized growths of our intellect.

The very minute a thought is threatened with publicity it seems to shrink towards mediocrity.

Old age is like an opium dream. Nothing seems real except the unreal.

Most of us retain enough of the theological attitude to think that we are little gods.

Even a dog distinguishes between being stumbled over and being kicked.