If all else fails, the character of a man can be recognized by nothing so surely as by a jest which he takes badly.

Every man has his moral backside which he refrains from showing unless he has to and keeps covered as long as possible with the trousers of decorum.

Man is a masterpiece of creation if for no other reason than that, all the weight of evidence for determinism notwithstanding, he believes he has free will.

Nothing makes one old so quickly as the ever-present thought that one is growing older.

With a pen in my hand I have successfully stormed bulwarks from which others armed with sword and excommunication have been repulsed.

Man loves company - even if it is only that of a small burning candle.