genius must ever be imperfect. Life is not long enough nor slow enough for both brain and character to grow side by side to superhuman proportions.

Women love the lie that saves their pride, but never an unflattering truth.

A long while ago an eager group of reformers wrote to me asking if I could suggest anything that would improve the morals of the American people. I replied that the trouble with the American people in general was not lack of morals but lack of brains.

Our impulses are our birthright. To alter personality would be unjust, almost criminal, for the impulses that make a fool or worse of us in certain circumstances may be necessary for our happiness.

No matter how hard a man may labor, some woman is always in the background of his mind. She is the one reward of virtue.

All women want to be understood until they understand themselves.

A little superstition is a good thing to keep in one's bag of precautions.