One learns little more about a man from the feats of his literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.

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

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

Politics is a place of humble hopes and strangely modest requirements, where all are good who are not criminal and all are wise who are not ridiculously otherwise.

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

As wounded men may limp through life, so our war minds may not regain the balance of their thoughts for decades.

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