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

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.

Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.

Literary people are forever judging the quality of the mind by the turn of expression.

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.

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?

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.