The machine has had a pernicious effect upon virtue, pity, and love, and young men used to machines which induce inertia, and fear, are near impotent.

A strong foe is better than a weak friend.

Men are too unstable to be just; they are crabbed because they have not passed water at the usual time, or testy because they have not been stroked or praised.

It takes a long time to understand nothing.

The ruin of the human heart is self-interest, which the American merchant calls self-service. We have become a self-service populace, and all our specious comforts -the automatic elevator, the escalator, the cafeteria -are depriving us of volition and moral and physical energy.

Perhaps Samuel Johnson was a great man; he was certainly a drumbling one.

The earnings of a poet could be reckoned by a metaphysician rather than a bookkeeper.