Clever people seem not to feel the natural pleasure of bewilderment, and are always answering questions when the chief relish of a life is to go on asking them.

We do not mind our not arriving anywhere nearly so much as our not having any company on the way.

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

Men will confess to treason, murder, arson, false teeth, or a wig. How many of them will own up to a lack of humor?

Sin in this country has been always said to be rather calculating than impulsive.

One learns little more about a man from the feats of his literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.

Fill an author with a titanic fame and you do not make him titanic; you often merely burst him.