Out of the unconscious lips of babes and sucklings are we satirized.

A new oath holds pretty well; but... when it is become old, and frayed out, and damaged by a dozen annual retryings of its remains, it ceases to be serviceable; any little strain will snap it.

Deep down in me I knowed it was a lie, and He knowed it. You can't pray a lie - I found that out.

If books are not good company, where shall I find it?

The Public is merely a multiplied 'me.'

Such is professional jealousy; a scientist will never show any kindness for a theory which he did not start himself.

The test of any good fiction is that you should care something for the characters; the good to succeed, the bad to fail. The trouble with most fiction is that you want them all to land in hell, together, as quickly as possible.