Any man of reasonable intelligence can make money if that's what he wants. Mostly it's women or clothes or admiration he really wants and they deflect him.

Time is the only critic without ambition.

Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.

A man who gets few letters does not open one lightly.

I think there must have been some other girl printed somewhere in his heart, for he was a man of love and his wife was not a woman to show her feelings.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost all memory of the dry years. It was always that way.