Indeed I have always found that the only thing in regard to Toronto which faraway people know for certain is that McGill University is in it.

Many a man in love with a dimple makes the mistake of marrying the whole girl.

The landlady of a boarding-house is a parallelogram - that is, an oblong angular figure, which cannot be described, but which is equal to anything

Now, the essence, the very spirit of Christmas is that we first make believe a thing is so, and lo, it presently turns out to be so.

It may be those who do most, dream most.

I am a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it.

A half truth, like half a brick, is always more forcible as an argument than a whole one. It carries better.

Advertising: the science of arresting the human intelligence long enough to get money from it.

There are two things in ordinary conversation which ordinary people dislike - information and wit

I detest life-insurance agents: they always argue that I shall some day die, which is not so.

It takes a good deal of physical courage to ride a horse. This, however, I have. I get it at about forty cents a flask, and take it as required.

Delusions are hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding insane people living in a backwards world.

Being friends is different from being lovers. It’s a sea change.

This is a ridiculous heat wave we're in right now, and to contribute, Newt Gingrich said that for the entire month of June, he will stop blowing hot air.

Planning is the kiss of death of entrepreneurship.

Few leaders are born. We learn to be leaders. We learn by working with other people and working through our philosophy.

Audacity, audacity, always audacity.

Imbuing fiction with a life that extends beyond the last word is in some ways the goal: the ending that goes beyond the ending in the reader's mind, so invested are they in the story.

Granted, I could go out and lose everything (by) gambling and drinking, but there's no sense in denying it. It's in my blood.

Listen...you can hear the colors flowering in the quiet of your soul

I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees.