Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can't erase it.

Necessity first mothered invention. Now invention has little ones of her own, and they look just like grandma.

The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything

I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.

As a writing man, or secretary, I have always felt charged with the safekeeping of all unexpected items of worldly and unworldly enchantment, as though I might be held personally responsible if even a small one were to be lost.

Familiarity is the thing-the sense of belonging. It grants exemption from all evil, all shabbiness.

Good deeds never go unpunished.