Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you've conquered human nature .
Father Time is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigor. With such people the gray head is but the impression of the old fellow's hand in giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well-spent life.
Category: Age And Aging
Bring in the bottled lightning, a clean tumbler, and a corkscrew.
Category: Alcohol And Alcoholism
If its individual citizens, to a man, are to be believed, it always is depressed, and always is stagnated, and always is at an alarming crisis, and never was otherwise; though as a body, they are ready to make oath upon the Evangelists, at any hour of the day or night, that it is the most thriving and prosperous of all countries on the habitable globe.
It was a good thing to have a couple of thousand people all rigid and frozen together, in the palm of one's hand.
It is a pleasant thing to reflect upon, and furnishes a complete answer to those who contend for the gradual degeneration of the human species, that every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last.
Here's the rule for bargains: ''Do other men, for they would do you.'' That's the true business precept.
There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.
Category: Books And Reading
I am quite serious when I say that I do not believe there are, on the whole earth besides, so many intensified bores as in these United States. No man can form an adequate idea of the real meaning of the word, without coming here.
Category: Bores And Boredom
I never see any difference in boys. I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys and beef-faced boys.
Industry is the soul of business and the keystone of prosperity.
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.
Change begets change. Nothing propagates so fast. If a man habituated to a narrow circle of cares and pleasures, out of which he seldom travels, step beyond it, though for never so brief a space, his departure from the monotonous scene on which he has been an actor of importance would seem to be the signal for instant confusion. The mine which Time has slowly dug beneath familiar objects is sprung in an instant; and what was rock before, becomes but sand and dust.
Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.
Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers and are famous preservers of youthful looks.