Cherimoya, the most delicious fruit known to men.

I will now claim - until dispossesed - that I was the first person in the world to apply the typewriter to literature. ... The early machine was full of caprices, full of defects- devilish ones. It had as many immoralities as the machine of today has virtues. After a year or two I found that it was degrading my character, so I thought I would give it to Howells. ... He took it home to Boston, and my morals began to improve, but his have never recovered.

Blasphemy? No, it is not blashphemy. If God is as vast as that, he is above blasphemy; if he is as little as that, He is beneath it.

You have heretofore found out, by my teachings, that man is a fool; you are now aware that woman is a damned fool.

A wanton waste of projectiles.

You may say organize, organize, organize; but there may be so much organization that it will interfere with the work to be done.

A man has no business to be depressed by a disappointment, anyway; he ought to make up his mind to get even.