Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.

For God's sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself!

All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.

All human beings are commingled out of good and evil.

There is no foreign land; it is the traveller only that is foreign.

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.

His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest; his affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object.