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

I go in for what is known in the trade as 'light writing' and those who do that - humorists they are sometimes called - are looked down upon by the intelligentsia and sneered at.

Love has had a lot of press-agenting from the oldest times; but there are higher, nobler things than love.

When it comes to letting the world in on the secrets of his heart, he has about as much shrinking reticence as a steam calliope.

It is never difficult to distinguish between a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine.

You would not enjoy Nietzsche, sir. He is fundamentally unsound.

It was a confusion of ideas between him and one of the lions he was hunting in Kenya that had caused A. B. Spottsworth to make the obituary column. He thought the lion was dead, and the lion thought it wasn't.