To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life.

A baby is an angel whose wings decrease as his legs increase.

There are some few people I respect and admire, but I don't think much of the species.

The right word may be effective, but no word was ever as effective as a rightly timed pause.

Look at the mother of Washington! She raised a boy that could not tell a lie--could not tell a lie! But he never had any chance. It might have been different if he had belonged to the Washington Newspaper Correspondents' Club

Gold in its native state is but dull, unornamental stuff, and only lowborn metals excite the admiration of the ignorant with an ostentatious glitter. However, like the rest of the world, I still go on underrating men of gold and glorifying men of mica.

I begin to see that a man's got to be in his own heaven to be happy.