You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier.

Do not complain about growing old. It is a privilege denied to many.

There ain't nothing more to write about and I'm rotten glad of it, because if I'd know'd what trouble it was to make a book, I wouldn't a tackled it.

How empty is theory in the presence of fact!

Few of us stand prosperity; another man's I mean.

History doesn't repeat itself; it rhymes.

To lodge all power in one party and keep it there is to insure bad government and the sure and gradual deterioration of the public morals.