Too much work, and no vacation, Deserves at least a small libation. So hail! my friends, and raise your glasses, Work's the curse of the drinking classes.

Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected.

The work of art is to dominate the spectator: the spectator is not to dominate the work of art.

Man is a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.

They get up early, because they have so much to do, and go to bed early, because they have so little to think about.

The only way a woman can ever reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible interest in life.

Only mediocrities progress. An artist revolves in a cycle of masterpieces, the first of which is no less perfect than the last.