Too Much Brilliance Has Its

I Have No Face, Only Two Profiles Clapped Together.

My Father's Nature Turned Out No Waste Product; He Had None Of That Useless Stuff In Him That Lies In Heaps Near Factories. He Took His Own Happiness With Him.

All I Can Say About My Mind Is That, Like A Fire Carefully Laid By A Good Housemaid, It Is One That Any Match Will Light.

The Ingrained Idea That, Because There Is No King And They Despise Titles, The Americans Are A Free People Is Pathetically Untrue. . . . There Is A Perpetual Interference With Personal Liberty Over There That Would Not Be Tolerated In England For A Week.

You Can Do Something With Talent, But Nothing With Genius.