A champion of the workingman has never been known to die of overwork.

All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew

The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them.

Any work of art must first of all tell a story.

And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.