Barring that natural expression of villainy which we all have, the man looked honest enough.

A dream...I was trying to explain to St. Peter, and was doing it in the German tongue, because I didn't want to be too explicit.

The ancients stole all our ideas from us.

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

One must travel, to learn.

I am trying to get the hang of this new fangled writing machine, but I am not making a shining success of it. However, this is the first attempt I have ever made & yet I perceive I shall soon & easily acquire a fine facility in its use. ... The machine has several virtues. I believe it will print faster than I can write. One may lean back in his chair & work it. It piles an awful stack of words on one page. It don't muss things or scatter ink blots around. Of course it saves paper.

All our acts, reasoned and unreasoned, are selfish