We cannot learn to love other tourists,-the laws of nature forbid it,-but, meditating soberly on the impossibility of their loving us, we may reach some common platform of tolerance, some common exchange of recognition and amenity.

It has been wisely said that we cannot really love anybody at whom we never laugh.

There is always a secret irritation about a laugh in which we cannot join

There is an optimism which nobly anticipates the eventual triumph of great moral laws, and there is an optimism which cheerfully tolerates unworthiness.

Humor brings insight and tolerance. Irony brings a deeper and less friendly understanding.

There is a vast deal of make-believe in the carefully nurtured sentiment for country life, and the barefoot boy, and the mountain girl.

Economics and ethics have little in common.