Humor is like a frog. You can dissect it to see how it works, but by then, it's dead.

After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

Why is it, do you suppose, that an Englishman is unhappy until he has explained America?

A breezy style is often the work of an egocentric, the person who imagines that everything that pops into his head is of general interest and that uninhibited prose creates high spirits and carries the day.

In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.

A man who publishes his letters becomes a nudist - nothing shields him from the world's gaze except his bare skin. A writer, writing away, can always fix things up to make himself more presentable, but a man who has written a letter is stuck with it for all time.

All we need is a meteorologist who has once been soaked to the skin without ill effect. No one can write knowingly of the weather who walks bent over on wet days.