There is a secret and wholesome conviction in the heart of every man or woman who has written a book that it should be no easy matter for an intelligent reader to lay down that book unfinished. There is a pardonable impression among reviewers that half an hour in its company is sufficient.

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

It is bad enough to be bad, but to be bad in bad taste is unpardonable.

There is a natural limit to the success we wish our friends, even when we have spurred them on their way.

Traveling is, and has always been, more popular than the traveler.

The thinkers of the world should by rights be guardians of the world's mirth.

There is nothing in the world so incomprehensible as the joke we do not see.