The Bible has noble poetry in it... and some good morals and a wealth of obscenity, and upwards of a thousand lies.

Lord save us all from a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.

By his father he is English, by his mother he is Americanto my mind the blend which makes the perfect man.

You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier.

I'm all for prosperity. It's change I object to.

It is curious and interesting to notice what an attraction a fussy, mincing, nickel-plated word has for you.

We are always more anxious to be distinguished for a talent which we do not possess, than to be praised for the fifteen which we do possess.