Give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself!

We live in an ascending scale when we live happily, one thing leading to another in an endless series.

A faculty for idleness implies a catholic appetite and a strong sense of personal identity.

We look for some reward of our endeavors and are disappointed; not success, not happiness, not even peace of conscience, crowns our ineffectual efforts to do well. Our frailties are invincible, our virtues barren; the battle goes sore against us to the going down of the sun.

Everyday life is a stimulating mixture of order and haphazardly. The sun rises and sets on schedule but the wind bloweth where it listeth.

No human being ever spoke of scenery for above two minutes at a time, which makes me suspect that we hear too much of it in literature.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

The cruellest lies are often told in silence.

Marriage is like life in this-that it is a field of battle, and not a bed of roses.

Marriage is one long conversation, checkered by disputes.