I once sent a dozen of my friends a telegram saying 'flee at once - all is discovered.' They all left town immediately.

Progressive improvement beats delayed perfection.

I was armed to the teeth with a pitiful little Smith & Wesson's seven-shooter, which carried a ball like a homopathic pill, and it took the whole seven to make a dose for an adult. But I thought it was grand. It appeared to me to be a dangerous weapon. It had only one fault - you could not hit anything with it.

Nothing is so ignorant as a man's left hand, except a lady's watch.

One may make their house a palace of sham, or they can make it a home, a refuge.

My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart-a heart so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation.

Whatever you have lived, you can write & by hard work & a genuine apprenticeship, you can learn to write well; but what you have not lived you cannot write, you can only pretend to write it.