Her heart is older than her head; yea, her emotion is the mother of her reason.

As the dog becomes thoroughbred in the laws of clan and caste; obedient, fraternal and loyal; so is the man who accepts the gentleman’s code.

A maiden’s first kiss cometh hard, yea, it is as the first olive out of a bottle, requiring much skill; but the rest are easy.

To make fun of a person to his face is a brutal way of amusing one’s self; be delicate and cunning, and keep your laugh in your sleeve, lest you frighten away your game.

There is indeed no such thing in life as absolute darkness; one’s eyes revolt and hasten to fill the vacuum by floating in sparks, dream patterns, figures whimsical and figures grotesque, shifting and clad in complementary colors, to appease the indignant cups and rods of the retina.

Ah, yes! I wrote the “Purple Cow” – I’m sorry, now, I wrote it! But I can tell you anyhow, I’ll kill you if you quote it!

The old say, “I remember when.” The young say, “What’s the news?”

A good woman would rather be the mother of a genius than the wife of a hero.

To take the world as one finds it.

Imagination is like a lofty building reared to meet the sky; whereas fancy is a balloon that soars at the wind’s will.