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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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