Then not only an old man, but also a drunkard, becomes a second time a child.

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time.

In Hollywood you can see things at night that are fast enough to be in the Olympics in the day time.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.