“Americans love to read about violence.”

Beer is a wholesome liquor…..it abounds with nourishment

One of the hardest conditions of boyhood is the almost continuous strain put upon the powers of invention by the constant and harassing necessity for explanations for every natural act.

Some day the laws of glamour must be discovered, because they are so important that the world would be wiser now if Sir Isaac Newton had been hit on the head, not by an apple, but by a young lady.

Expediency may tip the scales when arguments are nicely balanced.

Mothers see the angel in us because the angel is there. If it’s shown to the mother, the son has got an angel to show, hasn’t he? When a son cuts somebody’s throat the mother only sees it’s possible for a misguided angel to act like a devil – and she’s entirely right about that!

Gossip’s a nasty thing, but it’s sickly, and if people of good intentions will let it entirely alone, it will die, ninety-nine times out of a hundred.

The looks, the stares, the giggles . . . I wanted to show everybody that I could do better and also that I could read.

I’m one of those freaky people that actually reads books.

The books I read are the ones I knew and loved when I was a young man and to which I return as you do to old friends.

Nature has never read the Declaration of Independence. It continues to make us unequal.

If I read the newspaper I come out dirtier than I went in. If I read my Bible, I come out cleaner than I went in, and I like being clean!

I started reading about people of great accomplishment… and it dawned on me suddenly that the person who has the most to do with what happens in your life is you.

Nothing more rapidly inclines a person to go into a monastery than reading a book on etiquette. There are so many trivial ways in which it is possible to commit some social sin.

I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.