Count no matron happy until she hath passed thirty, and hath not waxed fat.

Imagination is like a lofty building reared to meet the sky; whereas fancy is a balloon that soars at the wind's will.

Ah, yes! I wrote the "Purple Cow" - I'm sorry, now, I wrote it! But I can tell you anyhow, I'll kill you if you quote it!

Verily, men do foolish things thoughtlessly, knowing not why; but no woman doeth aught without a reason.

A woman and a mouse, they carry a tale wherever they go.

When the waitress puts the dinner on the table, the old men look at the dinner. The young men look at the waitress.

It is in the blood of genius to love play for its own sake, and whether one uses one's skill on thrones or women, swords or pens, gold or fame, the game's the thing.