There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.

A man who has spent most of his adult life trying out a series of patent medicines is always an optimist.

Just another proof, of course, of what I often say - it takes all sorts to make a world.

No novelists any good except me. Sovietski -- yah! Nastikoff -- bah! I spit me of zem all. No novelists anywhere any good except me. P. G. Wodehouse and Tolstoi not bad. Not good, but not bad. No novelists any good except me.

Well, you know, there are limits to the sacred claims of friendship.

Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through.

Her pupils were at once her salvation and her despair. They gave her the means of supporting life, but they made life hardly worth supporting.