"There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine." — Logan Pearsall Smith

Only among people who think no evil can Evil monstrously flourish.

We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stouter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.

Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there isn't a God.

I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.