Persecution was at least a sign of personal interest.

One learns little more about a man from the feats of his literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.

You cannot find, make or understand true friendship without having enemies.

There ought to be some sign in a book about man, that the writer knows thoroughly one man at least.

Distaste sounds more emphatic when expressed as moral disapproval. With most of us the moral counterblast is nothing more than the angry rendering of a yawn.

Men will confess to treason, murder, arson, false teeth, or a wig. How many of them will own up to a lack of humor?

Many people lose their tempers merely from seeing you keep yours.