The San Francisco Stock Exchange was the place that continuously pumped up the savings of the lower classes into the pockets of the millionaires.

You can read Kant by yourself, if you wanted to; but you must share a joke with someone else.

Wine is bottled poetry.

I am in the habit of looking not so much to the nature of a gift as to the spirit in which it is offered.

An aspiration is a joy forever, a possession as solid as a landed estate, a fortune which we can never exhaust and which gives us year by year a revenue of pleasurable activity.

A horrible sense of blackness and the treachery of fate seized hold upon the soul of the unhappy student.

To be honest...here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude...