There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will.

Audiences are always better pleased with a smart retort, some joke or epigram, than with any amount of reasoning.

A family unity which is only bound together with a table-cloth is of questionable value.

I ran against a Prejudice that quite cut off the view.

Architecture might be more sportive and varied if every man built his own house, but it would not be the art and science that we have made it; and while every woman prepares food for her own family, cooking can never rise beyond the level of the amateur's work.

Now why should that man have fainted? But he did,and right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time!

In New York City, everyone is an exile, none more so than the Americans.