As I grow older I am unpleasantly impressed by the fact that giving each human being but one life is a bad scheme.
Conscience is a mother-in-law whose visit never ends.
Life may not be exactly pleasant, but it is at least not dull. Heave yourself into Hell today, and you may miss, tomorrow or next day, another Scopes trial, or another War to End War, or perchance a rich and buxom widow with all her first husband's clothes. There are always more Hardings hatching. I advocate hanging on as long as possible.
A good politician is quite as unthinkable as an honest burglar.
No matter how long he lives, no man ever becomes as wise as the average woman of forty-eight.
In the duel of sex, woman fights from a dreadnought and man from an open raft.