If we tire of the saints, Shakspeare is our city of refuge.

The customer is the immediate jewel of our souls. Him we flatter, him we feast, compliment, vote for, and will not contradict.

The picture waits for my verdict; it is not to command me, but I am to settle its claim to praise.

A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud.

Cities give us collision. 'Tis said, London and New York take the nonsense out of a man.

Who shall forbid a wise skepticism, seeing that there is no practical question on which anything more than an approximate solution can be had?

Friends are like spaghetti, they should stick together. The only way to have a friend is to be one.