There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.

The minute we get reconciled to a person, how willing we are to throw aside little needless punctilios and pronounce his name right.

Eight grown Americans out of ten dread the coming of the Fourth, with its pandemonium and its perils, and they rejoice when it is gone-if still alive.

Man seems to be a rickety poor sort of thing, any way you take him; a kind of British Museum of infirmities and inferiorities. He is always undergoing repairs. A machine that was as unreliable as he is would have no market.

The Koran does not permit Mohammedans to drink. Their natural instincts do not permit them to be moral. They say the Sultan has eight hundred wives. This almost amounts to bigamy.

Great things can happen when you don't care who gets the credit.

My heart goes out to anyone who is making his first appearance before an audience of human beings.