My Only Policy Is To

With The Single Exception Of Homer, There Is No Eminent Writer, Not Even Sir Walter Scott, Whom I Can Despise So Entirely As I Despise Shakespeare When I Measure My Mind Against His. . . . It Would Positively Be A Relief To Me To Dig Him Up And Throw Stones At Him.

Be Like The Sun And Meadow, Which Are Not In The Least Concerned About The Coming Winter.

Men Are Wise In Proportion, Not To Their Experience, But To Their Capacity For Experience.

Who Is This Baby Ruth? And What Does She Do?

Political Necessities Sometime Turn Out To Be Political Mistakes.