[On Dutch flat poetry]: It is too smooth and blubbery; it reads like butter-milk gurgling from a jug.
Now he found out a new thing--namely, that to promise not to do a thing is the surest way in the world to make a body want to go and do that very thing.
If there was two birds sitting on a fence, he would bet you which one would fly first.
A wise man does not waste so good a commodity as lying for naught.
My father was an amazing man. The older I got, the smarter he got.
It now seems plain to me that that theory ought to be vacated in favor of a new and truer one...the Descent of Man from the Higher Animals.