Always regretted that good memory often prevents us from thinking for ourselves.

Happiness was but the occasional episode in a general drama of pain.

She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation$$$ feared at tea-parties$$$ hated in shops$$$ and loved at crises.

Well$$$ most grown-ups forget what it was like to be a kid. I vowed that I would never forget.

I'll keep it short and sweet — Family. Religion. Friendship. These are the three demons you must slay if you wish to succeed in business.

The mighty lion toys with the mouse that crosses his path; any other reaction would mar his fearsome reputation.

Fools say that they learn by experience. I prefer to profit by others' experience.

One has no talent. I have no talent. It's just a question of working$$$ of being willing to put in the time.

Life has got a habit of not standing hitched. You got to ride it like you find it. You got to change with it. If a day goes by that don't change some of your old notions for new ones$$$ that is just about like trying to milk a dead cow.

Sooner or later...one has to take sides. If one is to remain human.