If a large city can, after intense intellectual efforts, choose for its mayor a man who merely will not steal from it, we consider it a triumph of the suffrage.

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.

Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.

Cast your cares on God; that anchor holds.

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

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