That is just the way with Memory; nothing that she brings to us is complete. She is a willful child; all her toys are broken. I remember tumbling into a huge dust-hole when a very small boy, but I have not the faintest recollection of ever getting out again; and if memory were all we had to trust to, I should be compelled to believe I was there still.

They say - people who ought to be ashamed of themselves do - that the consciousness of being well dressed imparts a blissfulness to the human heart that religi…

It is a most extraordinary thing, but I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the partic…

Foolish people - when I say 'foolish people' in this contemptuous way I mean people who entertain different opinions to mine. If there is one person I do despi…