I heard you went to Ireland...I haven't seen it in many years. Is it still green then, and beautiful?Wet as a bath sponge and mud to the knees but, aye, it was green enough.

Still, he was pleased to know that he could recall so much of the play and passed the rest of the journey pleasantly in reciting lines to himself, being careful not to snort.

Every society has the criminals that it deserves.

No one like the Incomplete Stories, so does the God :-)

It is rather a problem of how to secure the best use of resources known to any of the members of society, for ends whose relative importance only those individuals know.

Words have great cumulative power, but in the 21st century, a single image is much stronger. An image suggests the unvarnished truth. That is its power and its fiction.

I don't believe in God. My God is patriotism. Teach a man to be a good citizen and you have solved the problem of life.

His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.

Others may use the ocean as their road; Only the English make it their abode.

This telegram is a work of art if I say it is.

Never interrupt a lady when she is speaking to you, as if what you have to say is more important.

A lot of time people are like, "oh my God, you're stereotyped." Good, then you're known for something.