All you drunkards: Put down the intoxicating Vanity Metrics.
For all the talk you hear about knowledge being such a wonderful thing, instinct is worth forty of it for real unerringness.
I would rather have my ignorance than another man's knowledge, because I have so much of it.
I begin to see that a man's got to be in his own heaven to be happy.
When ill luck begins, it does not come in sprinkles, but in showers.
When politics enter into municipal government, nothing resulting therefrom in the way of crimes and infamies is then incredible. It actually enables one to accept and believe the impossible.