Time's Ruins Build Eternity's Mansions.

I Think I Would Know Nora's Fart Anywhere. I Think I Could Pick Hers Out In A Roomful Of Farting Women.

I Wanted Real Adventures To Happen To Myself. But Real Adventures, I Reflected, Do Not Happen To People Who Remain At Home: They Must Be Sought Abroad.

The Demand That I Make Of My Reader Is That He Should Devote His Whole Life To Reading My Works.

If There Is Any Difficulty In What I Write, It Is Because Of The Material I Use. The Thought Is Always Simple.

The Mouth Can Be Better Engaged Than With A Cylinder Of Rank Weed.