Art is nothing; it's a way.

The only man who makes money following the races is one who does it with a broom and shovel.

What others say of me matters little; what I myself say and do matters much.

One thing is sure, there are just two respectable ways to die. One is of old age, and the other is by accident.

The love we give away is the only love we keep.

The man who doesn't relax and hoot a few hoots voluntarily, now and then, is in great danger of hooting hoots and standing on his head for the edification of the pathologist and trained nurse, a little later on.

If you can't answer a man's arguments, all is not lost; you can still call him vile names.