To love playthings well as a child, to lead an adventurous and honorable youth, and to settle when the time arrives, into a green and smiling age, is to be a good artis en life and deserve well of yourself and your neighbor.

There's never a man looked me between the eyes and seen a good day a'terward.

A little amateur painting in water colors shows the innocent and the quiet mind.

There is but one art, to omit! Oh, if I knew how to omit I would ask no other knowledge. A man who knows how to omit would make an Iliad of a daily paper.

I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in.

Sir, with no intention to take offence, I deny your right to put words into my mouth.

Give us courage and gaiety and the quient mind . . .