Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.

The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.

The optimist sees the donut, the pessimist sees the hole.

A true artist takes no notice whatever of the public. The public to him are non-existent.

To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.

I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world.

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.