Fill an author with a titanic fame and you do not make him titanic; you often merely burst him.

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

Clever people seem not to feel the natural pleasure of bewilderment, and are always answering questions when the chief relish of a life is to go on asking them.

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?

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

Many people lose their tempers merely from seeing you keep yours.