Democracy forever teases us with the contrast between its ideals and its realities, between its heroic possibilities and its sorry achievements.

to be civilized is to be incapable of giving unnecessary offense, it is to have some quality of consideration for all who cross our path.

Next to the joy of the egotist is the joy of the detractor.

We cannot hope to scale great moral heights by ignoring petty obligations.

When the milk of human kindness turns sour, it is a singularly unpalatable draught.

if a man be discreet enough to take to hard drinking in his youth, before his general emptiness is ascertained, his friends invariably credit him with a host of shining qualities which, we are given to understand, lie balked and frustrated by his one unfortunate weakness.

There is no liberal education for the under-languaged.