Restfulness is a quality for cattle; the virtues are all active, life is alert.

So long as we love we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I would almost say that we are indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.

Every man has a sane spot somewhere.

Lastly (and this is, perhaps, the golden rule), no woman should marry a man who does not smoke.

Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.

The correction of silence is what kills; when you know you have transgressed, and your friend says nothing, and avoids your eye.

Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal.