Oh, brothers! I don't care for brothers. My elder brother won't die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else.
Memory is the diary that chronicles things that never happened or couldn't possibly have happened.
Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them they will forgive us everything even our intellects.
She...can talk brillantly upon any subject provided she knows nothing about it.
Complex people waste half their strength in trying to conceal what they do. Is it any wonder they should always come to grief?
Give women the right opportunities and they are capable of everything.