And alien tears will fill for him pity's long broken urn. For his mourners will all be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn.

Well I won't argue about the matter. You always want to argue about things. That is exactly what things were originally made for.

The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.

If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.

He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about.

We think that we are generous because we credit our neighbor with those virtues that are likely to benefit ourselves. We praise the banker that we may overdraw our account, and find good qualities in the highwayman in the hope that he may spare our pockets.

If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.