Truth is the ricochet of a prejudice bouncing off a fact.

Blessed is the satirist; and blessed the ironist; blessed the witty scoffer, and blessed the sentimentalist; for each, having seen one spoke of the wheel, thinks to have seen all, and is content.

The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.

One of the penalties of being a human being is other human beings.

Blessed is he who has never been tempted; for he knows not the frailty of his rectitude.

The plural of spouse is spice.

Truth, like milk, arrives in the dark But even so, wise dogs don't bark. Only mongrels make it hard For the milkman to come up the yard.