There is one statesman of the present day, of whom I always say that he would have escaped making the blunders that he has made if he had only ridden more in buses.

If you would understand your own age, read the works of fiction produced in it. People in disguise speak freely.

Having once decided to achieve a certain task, achieve it at all costs of tedium and distaste. The gain in self confidence of having accomplished a tiresome labor is immense.

They tell us that "Pity is akin to Love;" if so, Pity must be a poor relation.

We are not so easily guided by our most prominent weaknesses as by those of which we are least aware.

It has always appeared to me, that there is so much to be done in this world, that all self-inflicted suffering which cannot be turned to good account for others, is a loss - a loss, if you may so express it, to the spiritual world.

Pride, if not the origin, is the medium of all wickedness-the atmosphere without which it would instantly die away.