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

I know of no more disagreeable sensation than to be left feeling generally angry without anybody in particular to be angry at.

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.

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

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

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.

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?