I wish to become rich, so that I can instruct the people and glorify honest poverty a little, like those kind hearted, fat, benevolent people do.

Sometimes my feelings are so hot that I have to take the pen and put them out on paper to keep them from setting me afire inside; then all that ink and labor are wasted because I can't print the results

I am admonished in many ways that time is pushing me inexorably along. I am approaching the threshold of age; in 1977 I shall be 142.

Better a broken promise than none at all.

Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article on it

When ill luck begins, it does not come in sprinkles, but in showers.

Indeed, none but the Deity can tell what is good luck and what is bad before the returns are all in.