A man is known by the company his mind keeps.

What probing deep Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?

So I sit there kicked my heels, thinking about New Orleans, and watching a morbid blue-bottle fly attempt to commit suicide by butting his head against the windowpane.

It is the Lord's Day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight.

When friends are at your hearthside met, Sweet courtesy has done its most If you have made each guest forget That he himself is not the host.

Great orators who are not also great writers become very indistinct shadows to the generations following them. The spell vanishes with the voice.

Books that have become classics - books that have had their day and now get more praise than perusal - always remind me of retired colonels and majors and captains who, having reached the age limit, find themselves retired on half pay.