I have always admired the Esquimaux (Eskimos). One fine day a delicious meal is cooked for dear old mother, and then she goes walking away over the ice, and doesn't come back.

The supernatural is only the natural of which the laws are not yet understood.

I know there's a proverb which that says 'To err is human,' but a human error is nothing to what a computer can do if it tries.

Women can accept the fact that a man is a rotter, a swindler, a drug taker, a confirmed liar, and a general swine, without batting an eyelash, and without its impairing their affection for the brute in the least. Women are wonderful realists.

The things young women read nowadays and profess to enjoy positively frighten me.

The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to seekers after it.

At my time of life, one knows that the worst is usually true.