Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.
Oh, my friends, be warned by me, That breakfast, dinner, lunch and tea, Are all human frame requires.
Statistics are the triumph of the quantitative method, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterility and death.
The grace of God is courtesy.
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.
We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.
It is the best of all trades, to make songs, and the second best to sing them.
The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie.