Well enough for old folks to rise early, because they have done so many mean things all their lives they can't sleep anyhow.

I am dead to adverbs; they cannot excite me. To misplace an adverb is a thing which I am able to do with frozen indifference; it can never give me a pang. There are subtleties which I cannot master at all - they confuse me, they mean absolutely nothing to me - and this adverb plague is one of them.

My father was an amazing man. The older I got, the smarter he got.

Tomorrow night I appear for the first time before a Boston audience - 4000 critics.

The art of prophecy is very difficult, especially with respect to the future.

This is a Christian country. Why, so is hell. Inasmuch as Strait is the way and narrow is the gate, and few - few - are they that enter in thereat has had the natural effect of making hell the only really prominent Christian community in any of the worlds; but we don't brag of this and certainly it is not proper to brag and boast that America is a Christian country when we all know that certainly five-sixths of our population could not enter in at the narrow gate.

The finest clothing made is a person's own skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this.