The people who do us most harm are the people who shield us from reality.
The outward form – it is a bagatelle – but it matters to people. It enables them to keep the amour propre.
The old ones they laugh last sometimes, when the young, clever ones do not laugh at all.
The more they talk, the less they’ll do.
The more in haste, the less the speed.
The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small.
The men who loom most largely in the public eye are men of little or no personality. They are marionettes who dance to the wires pulled by a master hand.
The longer the time that has elapsed, the more things fall into proportion. One sees them in their true relationship to one another.
The listener hears no good of himself.
The law is an uncertain animal. It has twists and turns that surprise the nonlegal mind.
The illusion that freedom is the prerogative of one’s own particular race is fairly widespread.
The idle tittle-tattle is very wrong and unkind, but it is so often true.
