You may have noticed that the less I know about a subject the more confidence I have, and the more new light I throw on it.

It is sound judgment to put on a bold face and play your hand for a hundred times what it is worth; forty-nine times out of fifty nobody dares to call it, and you roll in the chips.

Last week, I stated this woman was the ugliest woman I had ever seen. I have since been visited by her sister, and now wish to withdraw that statement.

I never could do anything with figures, never had any talent for mathematics, never accomplished anything in my efforts at that rugged study, and to-day the only mathematics I know is multiplication, and the minute I get away up in that, as soon as I reach nine times seven- [He lapsed into deep thought, trying to figure nine times seven. Mr. McKelway whispered the answer to him.] I've got it now. It's eighty-four. Well, I can get that far all right with a little hesitation. After that I am uncertain, and I can't manage a statistic.

Christianity will doubtless still survive in the earth ten centuries hence- stuffed and in a museum.

Wit is the sudden marriage of ideas which before their union were not perceived to have any relation.

Information appears to stew out of me naturally, like the precious otter of roses out of the otter.