I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.

In that little party there was not one who would desert another; yet we were of different countries, different colours, different races, different religions--and one of us was of a different world.

If I had followed my better judgment always, my life would have been a very dull one.

If you write one story, it may be bad; if you write a hundred, you have the odds in your favor.

In one respect at least the Martians are a happy people, they have no lawyers.

I do not think that I am ever overconfident. I am merely wholly confident, and I maintain that there is all the difference in the world there.

The more one listens to ordinary conversations the more apparent it becomes that the reasoning faculties of the brain take little part in the direction of the vocal organs.