No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.
Hope is like a road in the country there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.
This I conceive to be the chemical function of humor: to change the character of our thought.
Society can exist only on the basis that there is some amount of polished lying and that no one says exactly what he thinks.