...Man is a marvelous curiosity. When he is at his very very best he is a sort of low grade nickel-plated angel; at his worst he is unspeakable, unimaginable; and first and last and all the time he is a sarcasm. Yet he blandly and in all sincerity calls himself the 'noblest work of God.'

No one can tell me what is a good cigar--for me. I am the only judge... There are no standards--no real standards. Each man's preference is the only standard for him, the only one which he can accept, the only one which can command him.

For all the talk you hear about knowledge being such a wonderful thing, instinct is worth forty of it for real unerringness.

To get the right word in the right place is a rare achievement.

When in doubt tell the truth.

If we only had some God in the country's laws, instead of being in such a sweat to get him into the Constitution, it would be better all around.

Seventy is old enough. After that there is too much risk.