It is not depravity that afflicts the human race so much as a general lack of intelligence.

Need drives men to envy as fullness drives them to selfishness.

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

Letters form a by-path of literature, a charming, but occasional, retreat for people of cultivated leisure.

The gayety of life, like the beauty and the moral worth of life, is a saving grace, which to ignore is folly, and to destroy is crime. There is no more than we need; there is barely enough to go round.

Anyone, however, who has had dealings with dates knows that they are worse than elusive, they are perverse. Events do not happen at the right time, nor in their proper sequence. That sense of harmony with place and season which is so strong in the historian--if he be a readable historian--is lamentably lacking in history, which takes no pains to verify his most convincing statements.

Believers in political faith-healing enjoy a supreme immunity from doubt.