The North thinks it knows how to make corn bread, but this is a gross superstition. Perhaps no bread in the world is quite as good as Southern corn bread, and perhaps no bread in the world is quite as bad as the Northern imitation of it.

By his father he is English, by his mother he is Americanto my mind the blend which makes the perfect man.

It's not as bad as it sounds.

Between us, we cover all knowledge; he knows all that can be known and I know the rest.

If I had been helping the Almighty when he created man, I would have had him begin at the other end, and start human beings with old age. How much better to start old and have all the bitterness and blindness of age in the beginning!

Damn these human beings; if I had invented them I would go hide my head in a bag.

Humor is like a frog; if you dissect it, it dies.