It is not what we learn in conversation that enriches us. It is the elation that comes of swift contact with tingling currents of thought.

Philadelphians are every whit as mediocre as their neighbors, but they seldom encourage each other in mediocrity by giving it a more agreeable name.

The English possess too many agreeable traits to permit them to be as much disliked as they think and hope they are.

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

The soul begins to travel when the child begins to think.

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

The delusions of the past seem fond and foolish. The delusions of the present seem subtle and sane.