One thing at a time, is my motto - and just play that thing for all it is worth, even if it's only tto pair and a jack.

It was in 1590--winter. Austria was far away from the world, and asleep; it was still the Middle Ages in Austria, and promised to remain so forever. Some even set it away back centuries upon centuries and said that by the mental and spiritual clock it was still the Age of Belief in Austria. But they meant it as a compliment, not a slur, and it was so taken, and we were all proud of it. I remember it well, although I was only a boy; and I remember, too, the pleasure it gave me.

Custom is petrification, nothing but dynamite can dislodge it for a century.

The highest pleasure to be got out of freedom, and having nothing to do, is labor.

Of all God's creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the leash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat.

Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates.

There is not a single human characteristic that can be safely labeled as American.