The evening papers print what they do and get away with it because by afternoon the human mind is ruined anyhow.

From now until the end of time no one else will ever see life with my eyes, and I mean to make the best of my chance.

The enemies of the future are always the very nicest people.

We call a child's mind 'small' simply by habit; perhaps it is larger than ours is, for it can take in almost anything without effort.

We've had bad luck with our kids - they've all grown up.

Printer's ink has been running a race against gunpowder these many, many years. Ink is handicapped, in a way, because you can blow up a man with gunpowder in half a second, while it may take twenty years to blow him up with a book. But the gunpowder destroys itself along with its victim, while a book can keep on exploding for centuries.

Man is unconquerable because he can make even his helplessness so entertaining. His motto seems to be "Even though He slay me, yet will I make fun of Him!