Golf is a mental disorder.

I have discovered that the world over, unusual weather prevails at all times of the year.

So strong is the power of superstition that even though we know that we have been reverencing a sham, yet still we hesitate to admit the validity of our new-found convictions.

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 been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly.

Could it be that there were other things more desirable than cold logic and undefiled brain power?

Imagination is but another name for super intelligence.