The very pink of perfection.

I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines.

Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genus a better discerning.

In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.

A work is perfectly finished only when nothing can be added to it and nothing taken away.

Let me explain a little: Certain things are bad so far as they go, such as pain, and no one, not even a lunatic, calls a tooth-ache good in itself; but a knife…

Every really able man, in whatever direction he work, - a man of large affairs, an inventor, a statesman, an orator, a poet, a painter,-if you talk sincerely w…