Art... does not take kindly to facts, is helpless to grapple with theories, and is killed outright by a sermon.

We are tethered to our kind, and may as well join hands in the struggle.

The impulse to travel is one of the hopeful symptoms of life.

Why do so many ingenious theorists give fresh reasons every year for the decline of letter writing, and why do they assume, in derision of suffering humanity, that it has declined? They lament the lack of leisure, the lack of sentiment ... They talk of telegrams, and telephones, and postal cards, as if any discovery of science, any device of civilization, could eradicate from the human heart that passion for self-expression which is the impelling force of letters.

To be brave in misfortune is to be worthy of manhood; to be wise in misfortune is to conquer fate.

The party which is out sees nothing but graft and incapacity in the party which is in; and the party which is in sees nothing but greed and animosity in the party which is out.

The gayety of life, like the beauty and the moral worth of life, is a saving grace, which to ignore is folly, and to destroy is crime. There is no more than we need; there is barely enough to go round.