A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.

But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.

Every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character.

Life is one fool thing after another whereas love is two fool things after each other.

It is the duty of every father... to write fairy tales for his children.

You are a wonderful creation. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.

She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.

That is one of the great secrets of life. Now days most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are ones mistakes.

It must be remembered that while sympathy with joy intensifies the sum of joy in the world, sympathy with pain does not really diminish the amount of pain. It may make man better able to endure evil, but the evil remains.