The learned and the studious of thought have no monopoly of wisdom. Their violence of direction in some degree disqualifies them to think truly.

The blazing evidence of immortality is our dissatisfaction with any other solution.

Few people have any next, they live from hand to mouth without a plan, and are always at the end of their line.

For it is only the finite that has wrought and suffered; the infinite lies stretched in smiling repose.

The reason of idleness and of crime is the deferring of our hopes. Whilst we are waiting, we beguile the time with jokes, with sleep, with eating, and with crimes.

Our globe discovers its bidden virtues, not only in heroes and arch-angels, but in gossips and nurses.

Of all wit's uses, the main one is to live well with who has none.