A well-spent day brings happy sleep.

Half of the American people have never read a newspaper. Half never voted for President. One hopes it is the same half.

One can have no smaller or greater mastery than mastery of oneself.

Although Americans justify their self-interest in moral terms$$$ their true interest is never itself moral.

We are of opinion that instead of letting books grow moldy behind an iron grating$$$ far from the vulgar gaze$$$ it is better to let them wear out by being read.

Once a woman has given you her heart$$$ you can never get rid of the rest of her.

Love is the heart's immortal thirst to be completely known and all forgiven.

Hope bases vast premises upon foolish accidents and reads a word where$$$ in fact$$$ only a scribble exists.

The world keeps ending but new people too dumb to know it keep showing up as if the fun's just started.

Nature knows no indecencies; man invents them.