Only laughter can blow [a colossal humbug] to rags and atoms at a blast. Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
Wheresoever she was, there was Eden.
When one has tasted watermelons, one knows what angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took; we know it because she repented.
Every time I read a Jane Austen novel, I feel like a bartender at the gates of heaven.
The radical of one century is the conservative of the next.
The report of my death was an exaggeration.