I love criticism just so long as it's unqualified praise.

What I adore is supreme professionalism. I’m bored by writers who can write only when it’s raining.

There isn't a particle of you that I don't know, remember, and want.

Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.

Wit is like caviar - it should be served in small portions and not spread about like marmalade.

Someday I suspect, when Jesus has definitely got me for a sunbeam, my works may be adequately assessed.

I'll go and see anything so long as it amuses me, or moves me. If it doesn't do either I want to go home.