Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that are forever blowing through one's mind.- Mark Twain
New Year's is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls and humbug resolutions.
You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.
Work is a necessary evil to be avoided.
Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do. Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do.
Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself.
Wit is the sudden marriage of ideas which before their union were not perceived to have any relation.
Why shouldn't truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense.
Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
When your friends begin to flatter you on how young you look, it's a sure sign you are getting old.
When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.
When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.
When red-haired people are above a certain social grade their hair is auburn.
