Make your vacation your vocation.

Cold! If the thermometer had been an inch longer we'd all have frozen to death!

I have at last, after several months' experience, made up my mind that [New York] is a splendid desert--a domed and steepled solitude, where the stranger is lonely in the midst of a million of his race.

Man never creates, he only recombines the lines and colors of his own existance.

Better a broken promise than none at all.

A distinguished man should be as particular about his last words as he is about his last breath. He should write them out on a slip of paper and take the judgment of his friends on them. He should never leave such a thing to the last hour of his life, and trust to an intellectual spurt at the last moment to enable him to say something smart with his latest gasp and launch into eternity with grandeur.

To someone with a hammer, everything looks like a nail.