He was endowed with a stupidity which by the least little stretch would go around the globe four times and tie.
The secret source of humour itself is not joy, but sorrow. There is no humour in heaven.
I think that to one in sympathy with nature, each season, in turn, seems the loveliest.
A man has no business to be depressed by a disappointment, anyway; he ought to make up his mind to get even.
We were perfectly willing to go in there and rest, but it could not be done. It was only another delusion—a painting by some ingenious artist with little charity in his heart for tired folk.
The radical of one century is the conservative of the next. The radical invents the views. When he has worn them out, the conservative adopt.