The New York papers have long known that no large question is ever really settled until I have been consulted.

Talking of patriotism, what humbug it is; it is a word which always commemorates a robbery.

Good wine needs no bush; a jug is the thing.

A person who has a cat by the tail knows a whole lot more about cats than someone who has just read about them.

Who is this Renaissance? Where did he come from? Who gave him permission to cram the Republic with his execrable daubs?

I simply can´t resist a cat, particularly a purring one. They are the cleanest, cunningest, and most intelligent things I know, outside of the girl you love, of course.

The exquisitely bad is as satisfying to the soul as the exquisitely good. Only the mediocre is unendurable.