The earliest voice listened to by the nations in their infancy was the voice of the storyteller.

The man who never tells an unpalatable truth 'at the wrong time' (the right time has yet to be discovered) is the man whose success in life is fairly well assured.

Edged tools are dangerous things to handle, and not infrequently do much hurt.

Laughter springs from the lawless part of our nature, and is purifying only in so far as there is a natural and unschooled goodness in the human heart.

Sensuality, too, which used to show itself course, smiling, unmasked, and unmistakable, is now serious, analytic, and so burdened with a sense of its responsibilities that it passes muster half the time as a new type of asceticism.

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

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