Annihilation has no terrors for me, because I have already tried it before I was born -a hundred million years -and I have suffered more in an hour, in this life, than I remember to have suffered in the whole hundred million years put together. There was a peace, a serenity, an absence of all sense of responsibility, an absence of worry, an absence of care, grief, perplexity; and the presence of a deep content and unbroken satisfaction in that hundred million years of holiday which I look back upon with a tender longing and with a grateful desire to resume, when the opportunity comes.

Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed down-stairs one step at a time.

Give an Irishman lager for a month and he's a dead man. An Irishman's stomach is lined with copper, and the beer corrodes it. But whiskey polishes the copper and is the saving of him.

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.

I am content to be a bric-a-bracker and a Ceramiker.

I can't do no literary work for the rest of this year because I'm meditating another lawsuit and looking around for a defendant.

We must look for our own blame to find our own personality.