What a man sees in the human race is merely himself in the deep and honest privacy of his own heart. Byron despised the race because he despised himself. I feel as Byron did, and for the same reason.

My heart goes out to anyone who is making his first appearance before an audience of human beings.

I've come loaded with statistics, for I've noticed that a man can't prove anything without statistics. No man can.

there was no crime in unconscious plagiarism; that I committed it everyday, that he committed it everyday, that every man alive on earth who writes or speaks commits it every day and not merely once or twice but every time he open his mouth… there is nothing of our own in it except some slight change born of our temperament, character, environment, teachings and associations

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

Make your mark in New York and you are a made man.

You should never trust a man who has only one way to spell a word.