The vanity of man revolts from the serene indifference of the cat.

There is a vast deal of make-believe in the carefully nurtured sentiment for country life, and the barefoot boy, and the mountain girl.

While art may instruct as well as please, it can nevertheless be true art without instructing, but not without pleasing.

Those persons are happiest in this restless and mutable world who are in love with change, who delight in what is new simply because it differs from what is old; who rejoice in every innovation, and find a strange alert pleasure in all that is, and that has never been before.

Humor hardens the heart, at least to the point of sanity.

I do strive to think well of my fellow man, but no amount of striving can give me confidence in the wisdom of a congressional vote.

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