If we shake hands with icy fingures, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.

A happy family is but an earlier heaven.

History is the witness of the times, the light of truth.

Melancholy is the joy of being said.

Almost all four faults are more pardonable than the methods we think up to hide them

Alwaysforgive your enemies. Nothing annoys them so much.

A large ocean liner was headed across the Atlantic fromPortsmouth to New York. As it neared its destination at night, a lookout onthe wing of the bridge reported, ‘Light, bearing on the starboardbow.’‘Is it steady or moving astern?’ the captain called out

The art of writing is the art of restraint.

They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.

The oldbelieve everything, the middle-aged suspect everything, the young knoweverything.

Considerhow hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chanceyou have in trying to change others.

A rumor goes in one ear and out many mouths.