As wounded men may limp through life, so our war minds may not regain the balance of their thoughts for decades.

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?

You cannot find, make or understand true friendship without having enemies.

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

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

There ought to be some sign in a book about man, that the writer knows thoroughly one man at least.

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.