Never buy a thing you don't want merely because it is dear.

Who is that man over there? I don't know him. What is he doing? Is he a conspirator? Have you searched him? Give him till tomorrow to confess, then hang him! -- hang him!

The Americans are identical to the British in all respects except, of course, language.

I now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of all great art.

Progress is the realization of utopia.

Like all people who try to exhaust a subject, he exhausted his listeners.

The only form of fiction in which real characters do not seem out of place is history. In novels they are detestable.