The true charm of pedestrians does not lie in the walking, or in the scenery, but in the talking.

Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.

Anyone who can only think of one way to spell a word obviously lacks imagination.

Another editor. That thing behind his ear is his pencil. Whenever he finds a bright thing in your manuscript he strikes it out with that. That does him good, and makes him smile and show his teeth, the way he is doing in the picture. This one has just been striking out a smart thing, and now he is sitting there with his thumbs in his vest-holes, gloating. They are full of envy and malice, editors are.

We write frankly and freely, but then we modify before we print.

The true charm of pedestrians does not lie in the walking, or in the scenery, but in the talking.

I could forgive the boy, now, if he'd committed a million sins!