I know of nothing more laughable than a doctor who does not die of old age.

It is love; love, the comfort of the human species, the preserver of the universe, the soul of all sentient beings, love, tender love.

There is an astonishing imagination, even in the science of mathematics.

I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: 'O Lord make my enemies ridiculous.' And God granted it.

There is no such thing as an accident. What we call by that name is the effect of some cause which we do not see.

It is with books as with men: a very small number play a great part.

Is there anyone so wise as to learn by the experience of others?