The more rapidly truth is spread among mankind the better it will be for them. Only let us be sure that it is truth.
Your astonishment at the tenacity of life of fallacies, permit me to say, is shockingly unphysiological. They, like other low organisms, are independent of brains, and only wriggle the more, the more they are smitten on the place where the brains ought to be.
I don't know what you think about anniversaries. I like them, being always minded to drink my cup of life to the bottom, and take my chance of the sweets and bitters.
Of the few innocent pleasures left to men past middle life—the jamming common-sense down the throats of fools is perhaps the keenest.
Life is like walking along a crowded street—there always seem to be fewer obstacles to getting along on the opposite pavement—and yet, if one crosses over, matters are rarely mended.