Scientists have odious manners, except when you prop up their theory; then you can borrow money off them.

Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden.

The waves most washed me off the raft sometimes, but I hadn't any clothes on, and didn't mind.

It is no use to keep private information which you can't show off.

The piano may do for love-sick girls who lace themselves to skeletons, and lunch on chalk, pickles and slate pencils, but give me the banjo.

The report of my death was an exaggeration.

Why should anybody want to save the human race, or damn it either? Does God want its society? Does Satan?