The ideal historian goes to the mouth of the tomb, cries: "Lazarus, come forth!" and sets him that was dead for ages, blinking and passionate, in the sun. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share Image
A woman, like a cross-eyed man, looks one way, but goes another--hence her mysteriousness. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share Image
Religion often gets credit for curing rascals when old age is the real medicine. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share Image
We must be laid like a brand in the fire ... if we would gain immortal youth. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share Image
If you snub Conscience a few times she will cut your acquaintance. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share Image
A drunkard is like a whiskey-bottle, all neck and belly and no head. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share Image
Charity is the only lubricant that keeps the axle of the world creaking. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share Image
