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

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

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?

Averageness is a quality we must put up with. Men march toward civilization in column formation, and by the time the van has learned to admire the masters the rear is drawing reluctantly away from the totem pole.

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.

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

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