Man is the only Patriot. He sets himself apart in his own country, under his own flag, and sneers at the other nations, and keeps multitudinous uniformed assassins on hand at heavy expense to grab slices of other people's countries, and keep them from grabbing slices of his. And in the intervals between campaigns he washes the blood off his hands and works for the universal brotherhood of man - with his mouth.

I haven't a particle of confidence in a man who has no redeeming petty vices whatsoever.

Most writers regard the truth as their most valuable possession, and therefore are most economical in its use.

No man has an appreciation so various that his judgment is good upon all varieties of literary work.

There's plenty of boys that will come hankering and gruvvelling around when you've got an apple, and beg the core off you; but when they're got one, and you beg for the core, and remind them how you give them a core one time, they take a mouth at you, and say thank you 'most to death, but there ain't a-going to be no core.

Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.

It shames the average man to be valued below his own estimate of his worth.