To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead.
And, after all, the Athanasian Creed is light and comprehensible reading in comparison with much that now passes for science.
If the headache would only precede the intoxication, alcoholism would be a virtue.
Life is the art of drawing sufficient conclusions from insufficient premises.
Oaths are but words, and words are but wind.
Nobody shoots at Santa Claus.