There are few things more wearisome in a fairly fatiguing life than the monotonous repetition of a phrase which catches and holds the public fancy by virtue of its total lack of significance.

In those happy days when leisure was held to be no sin, men and women wrote journals whose copiousness both delights and dismays us.

No man pursues what he has at hand. No man recognizes the need of pursuit until that which he desires has escaped him.

The party which is out sees nothing but graft and incapacity in the party which is in; and the party which is in sees nothing but greed and animosity in the party which is out.

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

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.

To be brave in misfortune is to be worthy of manhood; to be wise in misfortune is to conquer fate.