The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.

How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

A poor relation—is the most irrelevant thing in nature.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

The idea of living forever makes me uncomfortable, and at this point I've lived long enough and seen enough Twilight Zone episodes to know that there's always a catch.

When Pisces go to war, there’s never a shortage of broken hearts.

End of a dream is the beginning of a new dream

The happiest people among us are those who can sleep when they want to.

So slowly the hot elephant hearts grow full of desire, and the great beasts mate in secret at last, hiding their fire.

Whatsoever, after due examination and analysis, you find to be kind, conducive to the good, the benefit, the welfare of all beings...that doctrine believe and cling to, and take it as your guide.

Revolt by all means, but only on one issue at a time. To do more would be to confuse the whips.

There comes a time when you have to drop your burdens in order to fight for yourself and your dreams.

Now the best thing is to put attention to your Spirit. If you start putting your attention to Spirit, the sweetness of the Spirit itself will make the whole thing very sweet and beautiful.

And because of our selfishness, we will be condemned to the worst torture humankind ever invented for itself: loneliness.