What I wouldn't give to be seventy again!

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

Men, like peaches and pears, grow sweet a little while before they begin to decay.

The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.

We should be eternally vigilant against attempts to check the expression of opinions that we loathe.

My right to swing my fist ends where your nose begins.

Every now and then a man's mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks back to its former dimensions.