Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.

That God has managed to survive the inanities of the religions that do Him homage is truly a miraculous proof of His existence.

Criticism can never instruct or benefit you. Its chief effect is that of a telegram with dubious news. Praise leaves no glow behind, for it is a writer's habit to remember nothing good of himself. I have usually forgotten those who have admired my work, and seldom anyone who disliked it. Obviously, this is because praise is never enough and censure always too much.

There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South. Here in this pretty world, Gallantry took its last bow. Here was the last ever to be seen of Knights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and of Slave. Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered, a Civilization gone with the wind.

I'll tell you a secret. We live in a mad and inspiring world.

There's one thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die - their silence.

In moderating, not satisfying desires, lies peace.