Where prejudice exists it always discolors our thoughts.

Everything human is pathetic. The secret source of humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven.

Additional problems are the offspring of poor solutions.

Twenty-four years ago I was strangely handsome; in San Francisco in the rainy season I was often mistaken for fair weather.

There is nothing that saps one's confidence as the knowing how to do a thing

I will now claim - until dispossesed - that I was the first person in the world to apply the typewriter to literature. ... The early machine was full of caprices, full of defects- devilish ones. It had as many immoralities as the machine of today has virtues. After a year or two I found that it was degrading my character, so I thought I would give it to Howells. ... He took it home to Boston, and my morals began to improve, but his have never recovered.

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