I'm as fixed in my opinion as the man who thought he was a hard-boiled egg.

Compared with more emotional types, Vermonters seem to have few passions. But those they have are great and burning. The greatest is their conviction that without freedom human life is not worth living.

Some people think that doctors and nurses can put scrambled eggs back into the shell.

Father sticks to it that anything that promises to pay too much can't help being risky.

Taking somebody's sacrifices is like taking counterfeit money. You're only the poorer.

one reason we haven't any national art is because we have too much magnificence. All our capacity for admiration is used up on the splendor of palace-like railway stations and hotels. Our national tympanum is so deafened by that blare of sumptuousness that we have no ears for the still, small voice of beauty.

it was always insolent for a common man to take a chair in the presence of a lady - the word LADY, we may be sure, capitalized in her mind, and denoting not sex but rank.