She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.

Each of you, for himself, by himself and on his own responsibility, must speak.

That is a society editor, sitting there elegantly dressed, with his legs crossed in that indolent way, observing the clothes the ladies wear, so that he can describe them for his paper and make them out finer than they are and get bribes for it and become wealthy.

We were surprised how closely the cuckoo imitated the clock-and yet, of course, it could never have heard a clock.

Every inventor is a crackpot until his idea succeeds.

Of all the unchristian beverages that ever passed my lips, Turkish coffee is the worst. The cup is small, it is smeared with grounds; the coffee is black, thick, unsavory of smell, and execrable in taste. The bottom of the cup has a muddy sediment in it half an inch deep. This goes down your throat, and portions of it lodge by the way, and produce a tickling aggravation that keeps you barking and coughing for an hour.

The funniest things are the forbidden.