Comparison is the death of joy.

I believe I have no prejudices whatsoever. All I need to know is that a man is a member of the human race. That's bad enough for me.

Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?

The pause - that impressive silence, that eloquent silence, that geometrically progressive silence which often achieves a desired effect where no combination of words, howsoever felicitous, could accomplish it.

It isn't safe to sit in judgment upon another person's illusion when you are not on the inside. While you are thinking it is a dream, he may be knowing it is a planet.

The community is eminently Portuguese - that is to say, it is slow, poor, shiftless, sleepy, and lazy.

The good Lord didn't create anything without a purpose, but the fly comes close.