Mark Twain said (particularly about Pink Marsh): "I have been reading him again, and my admiration overflows all limits. ... How effortless the limning! It is as if the work did itself, without help of the master's hand."
A good jolly is worth what you pay for it.
It is not time for mirth and laughter, the cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
It isn't how long you stick around but what you put over while you are here.
After being Turned Down by numerous Publishers, he had decided to write for Posterity.
Life is a series of relapses and recoveries.