Autobiography at least saves a man or woman that the world is curious about from the publication of a string of mistakes called ‘Memoirs.’
Art is the nearest thing to life; it is a mode of amplifying experience and extending our contact with our fellow men beyond the bounds of our personal lot.
Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
And when a woman’s will is as strong as the man’s who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.
And the intensest form of hatred is that rooted in fear.
An ingenious web of probabilities – the surest screen a wise man can place between himself and the truth.
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
Among all the many kinds of first love, that which begins in childish companionship is the strongest and most enduring.
Among all forms of mistake, prophecy is the most gratuitous.
