Media's the plural of mediocre.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well-used brings happy death.
Husbands are like fires. They go out if unattended.
Sometimes things can go right only by first going very wrong.
Genius is childhood recalled at will.
They change their skies, not their souls, who run across the sea.
An institution is the lengthened shadow of one man.
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live.
What is reality anyway? A collective hunch.
A fly, Sir, may sting a stately horse and make him wince; but one is but an insect, and the other is a horse still.