Distaste sounds more emphatic when expressed as moral disapproval. With most of us the moral counterblast is nothing more than the angry rendering of a yawn.

Cast your cares on God; that anchor holds.

If a large city can, after intense intellectual efforts, choose for its mayor a man who merely will not steal from it, we consider it a triumph of the suffrage.

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

Talk ought always to run obliquely, not nose to nose with no chance of mental escape.

Literary people are forever judging the quality of the mind by the turn of expression.

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.