You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.

Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers but dress in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite.

Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbour's buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder.

All the learnin' my father ever paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and the alphabet at th ' other.

... we all know the wag's definition of a philanthropist: a man whose charity increases directly as the square of the distance.

The select natures who pant after the ideal, and find nothing in pantaloons or petticoats great enough to command their reverence and love, are curiously in unison with the narrowest and pettiest.

The bow always strung ... will not do.