In any combat between a rogue and a fool the sympathy of mankind is always with the rogue.

The other day a dog peed on me. A bad sign.

The saddest life is that of a political aspirant under democracy. His failure is ignominious and his success is disgraceful.

You never push a noun against a verb without trying to blow up something.

If what I may believe - about gall-stones, the Constitution, castor oil, or God - is conditioned by law, then I am not a free man.

All of the great patriots now engaged in edging and squirming their way toward the Presidency of the Republic run true to form. That is to say, they are all extremely wary, and all more or less palpable frauds. What they want, primarily, is the job; the necessary equipment of unescapable issues, immutable principles and soaring ideals can wait until it becomes more certain which way the mob will be whooping.

To the man with an ear for verbal delicacies- the man who searches painfully for the perfect word, and puts the way of saying a thing above the thing said - there is in writing the constant joy of sudden discovery, of happy accident.