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

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

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.

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

The world is a play that would not be worth seeing if we knew the plot.

Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.

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