If you've got a nice fresh corpse, fetch him out!

The worst thing you can do to a man is to tell him he can have what he wants.

The old man laughed loud and joyously, shook up the details of his anatomy from head to foot, and ended by saying that such a laugh was money in a man's pocket, because it cut down the doctor's bills like everything.

Success is a journey, not a destination. It requires constant effort, vigilance and reevaluation.

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.

If you can't get a compliment any other way, pay yourself one.

The soul and substance of what customarily ranks as patriotism is moral cowardice -- and always has been.