The great art of writing is knowing when to stop.

...But why discourse Upon the Virtues of the Horse? They are too numerous to tell Save when you have a Horse to Sell.

There is no passion of the human heart that promises so much and pays so little as revenge.

Early genius, like early cabbage, does not head well.

It is not all bad, this getting old, ripening. After the fruit has got its growth it should juice up and mellow. God forbid I should live long enough to ferment and rot and fall to the ground in a squash.

Don't ever prophesy; for if you prophesy wrong, nobody will forget it; and if you prophesy right, nobody will remember it.

I don't never have any trouble in regulating my own conduct, but to keep other folks' straight is what bothers me.