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

Without bigots, eccentrics, cranks and heretics the world would not progress.

Love is only chatter, friends are all that matter.

The temptation to vivify the tale and make it walk abroad on its own legs is hard to deny.

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

To make fun of a person to his face is a brutal way of amusing one's self; be delicate and cunning, and keep your laugh in your sleeve, lest you frighten away your game.

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!