I have found some of the best reasons I ever had for remaining at the bottom simply by looking at the men at the top.

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

When temptations march monotonously in regiments, one waits for to pass.

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.

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?

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