Genius ain't anything more than elegant common sense.

A witty writer is like a porcupine; his quill makes no distinction between friend and foe.

There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.

There is a sort of charm in ugliness, if the person has some redeeming qualities and is only ugly enough.

If a man should happen to reach perfection in this world, he would have to die immediately to enjoy himself.

Don't put off till tomorrow what can be enjoyed today.

It ain't what a man don't know that makes him a fool, but what he does know that ain't so.