Perfect grammar - persistent, continuous, sustained - is the fourth dimension, so to speak; many have sought it, but none has found it.

Continuous improvement is better than delayed perfection.

But the elastic heart of youth cannot be compressed into one constrained shape long at a time.

I think we never become really and genuinely our entire and honest selves until we are dead--and not then until we have been dead years and years. People ought to start dead, and they would be honest so much earlier.

We may not doubt that society in heaven consists mainly of undesirable persons.

Do you reckon Tom Sawyer was satisfied after all them adventures?

If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.