The worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic.
He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize
No man should have a secret from his wife. She invariably finds it out.
The liar at any rate recognizes that recreation, not instruction, is the aim of conversation, and is a far more civilized being than the blockhead who loudly expresses his disbelief in a story which is told simply for the amusement of the company.
Education is an admirable thing.
Each of us has heaven and hell in him.