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?

Cast your cares on God; that anchor holds.

We always carry out by committee anything in which any one of us alone would be too reasonable to persist.

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

That is the consolation of a little mind; you have the fun of changing it without impeding the progress of mankind.

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