The cayote is a living, breathing allegory of Want. He is always hungry. He is always poor, out of luck and friendless. The meanest creatures despise him, and even the fleas would desert him for a velocipede.

All generalizations are false, including this one.

I can't do no literary work for the rest of this year because I'm meditating another lawsuit and looking around for a defendant.

Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work.

We should be careful to get out of an experience only the wisdom that is in it - and stop there.

I do not know what we should do without the pulpit. We could better spare the sun-the moon, anyway.

It is a good idea to obey all the rules when you're young just so you'll have the strength to break them when you're old.