I can live for two months on a good compliment.

My own luck has been curious all my literary life; I never could tell a lie that anyone would doubt, nor a truth that anybody would believe.

It liberates the vandal to travel-you never saw a bigoted, opinionated, stubborn, narrow-minded, self-conceited, almighty mean man in your life but he had stuck in one place since he was born and thought God made the world and dyspepsia and bile for his especial comfort and satisfaction.

The older we grow the greater becomes our wonder at how much ignorance one can contain without bursting one's clothes.

How slow and still the time did drag along.

The altar cloth of one aeon is the doormat of the next.

Sometimes people do get hurt