Better a bald head than none at all.
A drunkard is like a whiskey-bottle, all neck and belly and no head.
Marriage is commonly a meal wherein the soup is better than the desert.
Humor wades across a brook, wit jumps over it.
Life is a charity ball given by the leaders of society. A few dance, get their charity's worth to the last penny; and the poor stand outside the gate and watch with hungry eyes the glint of jewels in the warm air. Then comes the lackey Death, and he says: "Madam and my Master, your carriage waits." So they go away into the dark in the carriage of the black plumes, and the dancing continues.
Art knows, life applies knowledge; art feels, life acts.
Laws are made by the old, exceptions by the young.
Most mysteries are soluble in time.
The statesman shears the sheep; the politician skins them.
You cannot knock a man down who will not stand up, nor argue with a skeptic.
The half-baked sermon causes spiritual indigestion
A habit of debt is very injurious to the memory.
Ugliness is a point of view; an ulcer is wonderful to a pathologist.
A worship of truth can be idolatry if the truth is small enough.
Some men pray only when the world is dark, as owls hoot at night.
Power should answer by action, not by speech.
That art is best which suggests most.
Liberty has as many chains as an iron-monger's shop, and as rusty.
Love is a boomerang that returns to the thrower's hand.
Sermons are like pie-crust, the shorter the better.
The monk that invented gunpowder did as much to stop war as did all the sermons of his brethren.
Death is an antidote for this life, and it makes another more stable form of life which is insoluble in everything.
When we pray for death we really desire a fuller life.
Our lives are waves that come up out of the ocean of eternity, break upon the beach of earth, and lapse back to the ocean of eternity. Some are sunlit, some run in storm and rain; one is a quiet ripple, another is a thunderous breaker; and once in many centuries comes a great tidal wave that sweeps over a continent; but all go back to the sea and lie equally level there.
The hardest fact in the world to accept is the inevitable mixture of evil with good in all things.
