I write to escape ... to escape poverty.

I got this story from someone who had no business in the telling of it.

Golf is a mental disorder.

It is a characteristic of the weak and criminal to attribute to others the misfortunes that are the result of their own wickedness.

I have ever been prone to seek adventure and to investigate and experiment where wiser men would have left well enough alone.

They say that none of us exists, except in the imagination of his fellows, other than as an intangible, invisible mentality.

For a time Jack was angry; but when he had been without the jacket for a short while he began to realize that being half-clothed is infinitely more uncomfortable than being entirely naked. Soon he did not miss his clothing in the least, and from that he came to revel in the freedom of his unhampered state.