Personally, I do not believe that it is the duty of any man or woman to write a novel. In nine cases out of ten, there would be greater merit in leaving it unwritten.

The vanity of man revolts from the serene indifference of the cat.

Science may carry us to Mars, but it will leave the earth peopled as ever by the inept.

Letter-writing on the part of a busy man or woman is the quintessence of generosity.

Neatness of phrase is so closely akin to wit that it is often accepted as its substitute.

We are tethered to our kind, and may as well join hands in the struggle.

Friendship takes time.