In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all… Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You cannot now realize that you will ever feel better… And yet this is a mistake. You are sure to be happy again.
The dark today leads into light tomorrow; There is no endless joy, …and yet no endless sorrow.
Swearing is like any other music…If it is not done well, if it is not done with a fine and discriminating art, and vitalized with gracious and heartborn feeling, it lacks beauty, it lacks charm, it lacks expression, it lacks nobleness, it lacks majesty…
The idea that no gentleman ever swears is all wrong; he can swear and still be a gentleman if he does it in a nice and benevolent and affectionate way.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant perhaps the one is as painful as the other.
I know of no way to judge the future but by the past.
Violence is the diplomacy of the incompetent.