The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
The charity that hastens to proclaim its good deeds, ceases to be charity, and is only pride and ostentation.
The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
I have come to the conclusion that politics are too serious a matter to be left to the politicians.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some hire public relations officers.