The least practical of us have some petty thrift dear to our hearts, some one direction in which we love to scrimp.

Art... does not take kindly to facts, is helpless to grapple with theories, and is killed outright by a sermon.

Neatness of phrase is so closely akin to wit that it is often accepted as its substitute.

Humor hardens the heart, at least to the point of sanity.

The cure-alls of the present day are infinitely various and infinitely obliging. Applied psychology, autosuggestion, and royal roads to learning or to wealth are urged upon us by kindly, if not altogether disinterested, reformers. Simple and easy systems for the dissolution of discord and strife; simple and easy systems for the development of personality and power. Booklets of counsel on 'How to Get What We Want,' which is impossible; booklets on 'Visualization,' warranted to make us want what we get, which is ignoble.

I do strive to think well of my fellow man, but no amount of striving can give me confidence in the wisdom of a congressional vote.

There is something frightful in being required to enjoy and appreciate all masterpieces; to read with equal relish Milton, and Dante, and Calderon, and Goethe, and Homer, and Scott, and Voltaire, and Wordsworth, and Cervantes, and Molière, and Swift.