And so when I couldn't stand it no longer, I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied.

Authorship is not a trade, it is an inspiration; authorship does not keep an office, its habitation is all out under the sky, and everywhere the winds are blowing and the sun is shining and the creatures of God are free.

I would not read the proof of one of my books for any fair & reasonable sum whatever, if I could get out of it. The proof-reading on the P & Pauper cost me the last rags of my religion.

Additional problems are the offspring of poor solutions.

All good things arrive unto them that wait - and don't die in the meantime.

The waves most washed me off the raft sometimes, but I hadn't any clothes on, and didn't mind.

Wheresoever she was, there was Eden.