Truthfulness with me is hardly a virtue. I cannot discriminate between truths that and those that don't need to be told.

Although I am not stupid, the mathematical side of my brain is like dumb notes upon a damaged piano.

He's very clever, but sometimes his brains go to his head.

He couldn't see a belt without hitting below it.

Haunted from my early youth by the transitoriness and pathos of life, I was aware that it is not enough to say "I am doing no harm," I ought to be testing myself daily, and asking myself what I am really achieving.

The ingrained idea that, because there is no king and they despise titles, the Americans are a free people is pathetically untrue. . . . There is a perpetual interference with personal liberty over there that would not be tolerated in England for a week.

What a pity, when Christopher Colombus discovered America, that he ever mentioned it.