Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.

The New York playgoer is a child of nature, and he has an honest and wholesome regard of whatever is atrocious in art.

By rights, satire is a lonely and introspective occupation, for nobody can describe a fool to the life without much patient self-inspection.

Every man ought to be inquisitive through every hour of his great adventure down to the day when he shall no longer cast a shadow in the sun. For if he dies without a question in his heart, what excuse is there for his continuance?

As crowds increase we build our forts of inattention, and the more we talk the easier it is to mean little and listen not at all.

That is the consolation of a little mind; you have the fun of changing it without impeding the progress of mankind.

Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.