The report of my death was an exaggeration.
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.
There is no unhappiness like the misery of sighting land (and work) again after a cheerful, careless voyage.
The Germans are exceedingly fond of Rhine wines; they are put up in tall, slender bottles, and are considered a pleasant beverage. One tells them from vinegar by the label.
What are the proper proportions of a maxim? A minimum of sound to a maximum of sense.
To write without pay until somebody offers pay. If nobody offers pay within three years, the candidate may look upon this circumstance with the most implicit confidence as the sign that sawing wood is what he was intended for.