I like criticism, but it must be my way.

...fry me an optimist for breakfast.

To be vested with enormous authority is a fine thing; but to have the on-looking world consent to it is finer.

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.

If everyone was satisfied with himself, there would be no heroes.

It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!

A "classic" is a book that everybody praises but nobody has read