There are many scapegoats for our sins, but the most popular one is Providence.

I'm glad I did it, partly because it was worth it, but mostly because I shall never have to do it again.

Talking of patriotism, what humbug it is; it is a word which always commemorates a robbery.

We are discreet sheep; we wait to see how the drove is going, and then go with the drove.

Experience of life (not of books) is the only capital usable in such a book as you have attempted; one can make no judicious use of this capital while it is new.

The partitions of the houses were so thin we could hear the women occupants of adjoining rooms changing their minds.

To me [Edgar Allen Poe's] prose is unreadable—like Jane Austin's [sic]. No there is a difference. I could read his prose on salary, but not Jane's. Jane is entirely impossible. It seems a great pity that they allowed her to die a natural death.