In middle life politics are not a mental acquisition; they are a temperament.

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?

Women singly do a good deal of harm. Women in bulk are chastening.

Many people lose their tempers merely from seeing you keep yours.

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

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

Averageness is a quality we must put up with. Men march toward civilization in column formation, and by the time the van has learned to admire the masters the rear is drawing reluctantly away from the totem pole.