“To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life;”

“Sometimes too much drink is barely enough.”

“What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself. All day long, the mill of his brain is grinding, and his thoughts, not those of other things, are his history. These are his life, and they are not written. Everyday would make a whole book of 80,000 words -- 365 books a year. Biographies are but the clothes and buttons of the man -- the biography of the man himself cannot be written.”

“Too much of anything is bad, but too much good whiskey is barely enough.”

“I didn't have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead.”

“A sincere compliment is always grateful to a lady, so long as you don't try to knock her down with it.”

“We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made, or only just happened - Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I judged it would have took too long to make so many. Jim said the moon could a laid them; well that looked kind of reasonable, so I didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as many, so of course It could be done.”