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

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

It is always dangerous to generalize, but the American people, while infinitely generous, are a hard and strong race and, but for the few cemeteries I have seen, I am inclined to think they never die.

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.

My sort of looks are of the kind that bore me when I see them on other people.

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

All I can say about my mind is that, like a fire carefully laid by a good housemaid, it is one that any match will light.