Success. I don't believe it has any effect on me. For one thing I always expected it.

A bird in the hand was worth two in the bush, he told her, to which she retorted that a proverb was the last refuge of the mentally destitute.

Men have ascribed to God imperfections that they would deplore in themselves.

A good style should show no signs of effort. What is written should seem a happy accident.

Common-sense appears to be only another name for the thoughtlessness of the unthinking. It is made of the prejudices of childhood, the idiosyncrasies of individual character and the opinion of the newspapers.

You're beginning to dislike me, aren't you? Well, dislike me. It doesn't make any difference to me now.

Make him laugh and he will think you a trivial fellow, but bore him in the right way and your reputation is assured.