Chess Is One Long Regret.

It Was Einstein Who Made The Real Trouble. He Announced In 1905 That There Was No Such Thing As Absolute Rest. After That There Never Was.

I Detest Life-insurance Agents: They Always Argue That I Shall Some Day Die, Which Is Not So.

Anybody Who Has Listened To Certain Kinds Of Music, Or Read Certain Kinds Of Poetry, Or Heard Certain Kinds Of Performances On The Concertina, Will Admit That Even Suicide Has Its Brighter Aspects.

It Takes A Good Deal Of Physical Courage To Ride A Horse. This, However, I Have. I Get It At About Forty Cents A Flask, And Take It As Required.

The Classics Are Only Primitive Literature. They Belong To The Same Class As Primitive Machinery And Primitive Music And Primitive Medicine.