The trouble with you, dear, is that you think an angel of the Lord as a creature with wings, whereas he is probably a scruffy little man with a bowler hat.

Nothing in this world came out of satisfaction. Except the human race.

A thousand people drowned in floods in China are news: a solitary child drowned in a pond is tragedy.

You can't have a tin can tied to your tail and go through life pretending it isn't there.

Horse sense is the instinct that keeps horses from betting on men.

There were people whose only interest in life was writing letters. To the newspapers, to authors, to strangers, to City Councils, to the police. It did not much matter to whom; the satisfaction of writing seemed to be all.

Nothing great ever came out of common sense.