It takes a heap of sense to write good nonsense

There are German songs which can make a stranger to the language cry.

The poetry is all in the anticipation, for there is none in reality.

It is wiser to find out than to suppose.

Give an Irishman lager for a month and he's a dead man. An Irishman's stomach is lined with copper, and the beer corrodes it. But whiskey polishes the copper and is the saving of him.

The machine has several virtues... One may lean back in his chair and work it. It piles an awful stack of words on one page. It don't muss things or scatter ink blots around.

Christianity will doubtless still survive in the earth ten centuries hence- stuffed and in a museum.