Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.
As I grow older and older, And totter toward the tomb, I find that I care less and less, Who goes to bed with whom.
A human being must have occupation, of he or she is not to become a nuisance to the world.
A continual atmosphere of hectic passion is very trying if you haven't got any of your own.
Paradoxical as it may seem, to believe in youth is to look backward; to look forward we must believe in age.
Every time a man expects, as he says, his money to work for him, he is expecting other people to work for him.
Trouble shared is trouble halved.