We always speak well when we manage to be understood.

The only people who can be excused for letting a bad book loose on the world are the poor devils who have to write for a living.

I have the fault of being a little more sincere than is proper.

And with his arms crossed he looks pityingly down from his spiritual height on everything that anyone says.

I hate all men, the ones because they are mean and vicious, and the others for being complaisant with the vicious ones.

The envious will die, but envy never.

I might, by chance, write something just as shoddy; But then I wouldn't show it to everybody.