Fashions, after all, are only induced epidemics.
There is no love sincerer than the love of food.
The secret of forgiving everything is to understand nothing.
The only service a friend can really render is to keep up your courage by holding up to you a mirror in which you can see a noble image of yourself.
This is true joy of life-the being used for a purpose that is recognized by yourself as a right one, instead of being a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
Use your health, even to the point of wearing it out. That is what it is for. Spend all you have before you die; do not outlive yourself.
This is true joy of life-being used for a purpose that is recognized by yourself as a mighty one ... instead of being a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
Give a man health and a course to steer, and he'll never stop to trouble about whether he's happy or not.
Beware of the man whose God is in the skies.
We have no more right to consume happiness without producing it than to consume wealth without producing it.
Happiness and beauty are by-products. Folly is the direct pursuit of happiness and beauty.
The only way to avoid being miserable is not to have enough leisure to wonder whether you are happy or not.
The secret of being miserable is to have leisure to bother about whether you are happy or not.
Common sense is instinct. Enough of it is genius.
This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap.
The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and about all time.
Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.
The fickleness of the woman I love is equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.
The whole world is strewn with snares, traps, gins and pitfalls for the capture of men by women.
Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.
