High and fine literature is wine, and mine is only water; but everybody likes water.

Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.

There is no character, howsoever good and fine, but it can be destroyed by ridicule, howsoever poor and witless.

Laws are sand, customs are rock. Laws can be evaded and punishment escaped, but an openly transgressed custom brings sure punishment.

Drop this mean and sordid and selfish devotion to the saving of your shabby little souls, and hunt up something to do that's got some dignity to it! Risk your souls! Risk them in good causes; then if you lose them, why should you care? Reform!

The secret of success is making your vocation your vacation.

No real estate is permanently valuable but the grave.