It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.

When you catch an adjective, kill it.

Never argue with a fool, onlookers may not be able to tell the difference.

He does not care for flowers. Calls them rubbish, and cannot tell one from another, and thinks it is superior to feel like that.

Temper is what gets most of us into trouble. Pride is what keeps us there.

What, then, is the true Gospel of consistency? Change. Who is the really consistent man? The man who changes. Since change is the law of his being, he cannot be consistent if he stick in a rut.

We like to read about rich people in the newspapers; the papers know it, and they do their best to keep this appetite liberally fed.