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

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

Men like to pursue an elusive woman like a cake of wet soap - even men who hate baths.

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!

There is work that is work and there is play that is play; there is play that is work and work that is play. And in only one of these lies happiness.

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

As the dog becomes thoroughbred in the laws of clan and caste; obedient, fraternal and loyal; so is the man who accepts the gentleman's code.