The exercise of an extraordinary gift is the supremest pleasure in life.

How often we recall with regret that Napoleon once shot at a magazine editor and missed him and killed a publisher. But we remember with charity that his intentions were good.

The truth is a precious commodity. That's why I use it so sparingly.

It takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt you to the heart: the one to slander you and the other to get the news to you.

We despise all reverences and all objects of reverence which are outside the pale of our list of sacred things. And yet, with strange inconsistency, we are shocked when other people despise and defile the things which are holy to us.

What is the chief end of man?-to get rich. In what way?-dishonestly if we can; honestly if we must.

A man who chooses not to read is just as ignorant as a man who cannot read.