The great dividing line between books that are made to be read and books that are made to be bought is not the purely modern thing it seems. We can trace it, if we try, back to the first printing-presses.

Humor brings insight and tolerance.

Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.

People who pin their faith to a catchword never feel the necessity of understanding anything.

Wit is a thing capable of proof.

It is not begging but the beggar, who has forfeited favor with the elect.

We have but the memories of past good cheer, we have but the echoes of departed laughter. In vain we look and listen for the mirth that has died away. In vain we seek to question the gray ghosts of old-time revelers.