All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking.

We call a child's mind 'small' simply by habit; perhaps it is larger than ours is, for it can take in almost anything without effort.

Everybody thinks of others as being excessively human, with all the frailties and crotchets appertaining to that curious condition. But each of us also seems to regard himself as existing on a detached plane of observation, exempt (save in moments of avid crisis) from the strange whims of humanity en masse.

New York, the nation's thyroid gland.

There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.

Only the sinner has the right to preach.