Love begins like a triolet and ends like a college yell.
The dying man doesn’t struggle much and he isn’t much afraid. As his alkalies give out he succumbs to a blest stupidity. His mindfogs. His will power vanishes. He submits decently. He scarcely gives a damn.
No healthy man, in his secret heart, is content with his destiny. He is tortured by dreams and images as a child is tortured by the thought of a state of existence in which it would live in a candy store and have two stomachs.
In any combat between a rogue and a fool the sympathy of mankind is always with the rogue.
There are no institutions in America: there are only fashions.
Nature abhors a moron.
What ass first let loose the doctrine that the suffrage is a high boon and voting a noble privilege?
In every woman’s life there is one real and consuming love. But very few women guess which one it is.
When you sympathize with a married woman you either make two enemies or gain one wife and one friend.
God must love the rich or he wouldn’t divide so much among so few of them.
The average schoolmaster is, and always must be, an ass.
All talk of winning the people by appealing to their intelligence, of conquering them by impeccable syllogism, is so much moonshine.
After all, the world is not our handiwork, and we are not responsible for what goes on in it, save within very narrow limits.
Christian – One who is willing to serve three Gods, but draws the line at one wife.
When a woman says she won’t, it’s a good sign that she will. And when she says she will, it is an even better sign.
The life of man in this world is like the life of a fly in a room filled with 100 boys, each armed with a fly-swatter.
Happiness is peace after strife, the overcoming of difficulties, the feeling of security and well-being. The only really happy folk are married women and single men.
Chopin – Two embalmers at work upon a minor poetthe scent of tuberosesAutumn rain.
Debussy – A pretty girl with one blue eye and one brown one.
Richard Strauss – Old Home Week in Gomorrah.