Hunger is the handmaid of genius

We love old travelers: we love to hear them prate, drivel and lie; we love them for their asinine vanity, their ability to bore, their luxuriant fertility of imagination, their startling, brilliant, overwhelming mendacity.

Whenever he was out of luck and a little down-hearted, he would fall to mourning over the loss of a wonderful cat he used to own (for where women and children are not, men of kindly impulses take up with pets, for they must love something)

When everyone is looking for gold, it's a good time to be in the pick and shovel business.

When a man's dog turns against hime, it is time for his wife to pack her trunk and go home to mamma.

I like criticism, but it must be my way.

You should never trust a man who has only one way to spell a word.