A baby is an angel whose wings decrease as his legs increase.
The banging and slamming and booming and crashing were something beyond belief. [On Lohengrin]
Every person is a book, each year a chapter.
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.
It is a solemn thought: dead, the noblest man's meat is inferior to pork.
And so when I couldn't stand it no longer, I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied.