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Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horse pond.

There are two reasons for drinking: one is, when you are thirsty, to cure it; the other, when you are not thirsty, to prevent it.

A book that furnishes no quotations is no book - it is a plaything.

Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, curtain round the vault of heaven.

The critic does his utmost to blight genius in its infancy; that which rises in spite of him he will not see; and then he complains of the decline of literature.

The waste of plenty is the resource of scarcity.

Nothing can be more obvious than that all animals were created solely and exclusively for the use of man.

Names are changed more readily than doctrines, and doctrines more readily than ceremonies.

But still my fancy wanders free_x000D_Through that which might have been.

Tea, late dinners and the French Revolution. I cannot exactly see the connection of ideas.

I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible, now and then.

Not drunk is he who from the floor - Can rise alone and still drink more; But drunk is They, who prostrate lies, Without the power to drink or rise.

... where the Greeks had modesty, we have cant; where they had poetry, we have cant; where they had patriotism, we have cant; where they had anything that exalts, delights, or adorns humanity, we have nothing but cant, cant, cant.

I almost think it is the ultimate destiny of science to exterminate the human race.

Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horsepond.

There are two reasons for drinking wine...when you are thirsty, to cure it; the other, when you are not thirsty, to prevent it... prevention is better than cure.

Seamen three! what men be ye? _x000D__x000D_Gotham's three Wise Men we be. _x000D__x000D_Whither in your bowl so free? _x000D__x000D_To rake the moon from out the sea. _x000D__x000D_The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine, _x000D__x000D_And our ballast is old wine.

In a bowl to sea went wise men three, _x000D__x000D_On a brilliant night of June: _x000D__x000D_They carried a net, and their hearts were set _x000D__x000D_On fishing up the moon.

The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams.

A book that furnishes no quotations, is me judice, no book, — it is a plaything.

I never failed to convince an audience that the best thing they could do was to go away.