The easy confidence with which I know another man's religion is folly teaches me to suspect that my own is also.

In literature imitations do not imitate.

A sense of humor is the one thing no one will admit to not having.

There is no character, howsoever good and fine, but it can be destroyed by ridicule, howsoever poor and witless. Observe the ass, for instance: his character is about perfect, he is the choicest spirit among all the humbler animals, yet see what ridicule has brought him to. Instead of feeling complimented when we are called an ass, we are left in doubt.

It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.

It is an important thing, in our never-ending pursuit of happiness, to stop and just be happy for a while.

If the desire to kill and the opportunity to kill always came together, who would escape hanging? Framed in a more positive light, this tells us also that if we wish to accomplish a particular thing then we need to increase our level of desire for that thing and to create or seek out the opportunities and right environment for it to happen without fail.