A warrior may change his metal, but not his heart.

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.

We are, all of us, creatures of habit, and when the seeeming necessity for schooling ourselves in new ways ceases to exist, we fall naturally and easily into the manner and customs which long usage has implanted ineradicably within us.

I could write stories just as rotten.

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.

Imagination is but another name for super intelligence.

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