The face of the water, in time, became a wonderful book- a book that was a dead language to the uneducated passenger, but which told its mind to me without reserve, delivering its most cherished secrets as clearly as if it uttered them with a voice. And it was not a book to be read once and thrown aside, for it had a new story to tell every day
The mania for giving the Government power to meddle with the private affairs of cities or citizens is likely to cause endless trouble, through the rivalry of schools and creeds that are anxious to obtain official recognition, and there is great danger that our people will lose our independence of thought and action which is the cause of much of our greatness, and sink into the helplessness of the Frenchman or German who expects his government to feed him when hungry, clothe him when naked, to prescribe when his child may be born and when he may die, and, in time, to regulate every act of humanity from the cradle to the tomb, including the manner in which he may seek future admission to paradise
The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.
It is best to read the weather forecast before praying for rain.
There are no standards of taste in wine, cigars, poetry, prose, etc. Each man's own taste is the standard, and a majority vote cannot decide for him or in any slightest degree affect the supremacy of his own standard
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.
The solution to our water problems is more rain.
Water, taken in moderation, cannot hurt anybody.
December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, Aprll, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.
Indecency, vulgarity, obscenity- these are strictly confined to man; he invented them. Among the higher animals there is no trace of them.
A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.
Only kings, presidents, editors, and people with tapeworms have the right to use the editorial "we."
Editor is a critic. He has pulled out his carving-knife and his tomahawk and is starting after a book which he is going to have for breakfast.
It is just like man's vanity and impertinence to call an animal dumb because it is dumb to his dull perceptions.
It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.