Millions of American women, and some men, commit that outrage every summer day. They are turning a superb treat into mere provender. Shucked and boiled in water, sweet corn is edible and nutritious; roasted in the husk in the hottest possible oven for forty minutes, shucked at the table, and buttered and salted, nothing else, it is ambrosia. No chef’s ingenuity and imagination have ever created a finer dish. American women should themselves be boiled in water.

There is only one object on earth that frightens me: a physicist working on a new trick.

I still can't decide which is more fun - reading or writing.

I understand the technique of eccentricity; it would be futile for a man to labor at establishing a reputation for oddity if he were ready at the slightest provocation to revert to normal action.

Dignities are like faces; no two are the same.

A man may debar nonsense from his library of reason, but not from the arena of his impulses.

Being broke is not a disgrace, it is only a catastrophe.