Let us guess that whenever we read a sentence & like it, we unconsciously store it away in our model-chamber; & it goes, with the myriad of its fellows, to the building, brick by brick, of the eventual edifice which we call our style.

Most people can't bear to sit in church for an hour on Sundays. How are they supposed to live somewhere very similar to it for eternity?

An enemy can partly ruin a man, but it takes a good-natured injudicious friend to complete the thing and make it perfect.

But old fools is the biggest fools there is.

I never write Metropolis for seven cents because I can get the same price for city. I never write policeman because I can get the same money for cop.

Truth is stranger than fiction-to some people, but I am measurably familiar with it.

We all do no end of feeling, and we mistake it for thinking.