I love truth, although I shall die hating mere facts, because they are misleading.

Mere words will not do. They must convey the color, charm, and pulse of life. They must have a private twinkle of wit in them that makes a good-natured noise like laughter through the keyhole of the reader's mind.

Once you grow accustomed to being famous, you do not realize it, but you are never quite your humble, honest self. No matter how tightly you keep the lid on, there is some watered stock of vanity inside. You are always in danger of the thing's coming off and of giving yourself an air or two. No man or woman was ever so distinguished that this exhibition did not make him ridiculous, especially to those of meaner minds.

Not everything you hear about yourself can be considered good publicity. And if you have delicate sensibilities, the currycomb of public imagination frequently rubs your vanities the wrong way.

Maybe I shall never achieve happiness, but one thing I have had - the terrible wisdom of love.

The bravest thing you can do when you are not brave is to profess courage and act accordingly.

No one has yet had the courage to memorialize his wealth on his tombstone. A dollar mark would not look well there.