[P]oetry resembles metaphysics: one does not mind one's own, but one does not like anyone else's.
It is tact that is golden, not silence.
If we attend continually and promptly to the little that we can do, we shall ere long be surprised to find how little remains that we cannot do.
Morality is the custom of one's country and the current feeling of one's peers.
If the headache would only precede the intoxication, alcoholism would be a virtue.
All animals, except man, know that the principal business of life is to enjoy it.