Humour is meant, in a literal sense, to make game of man; that is, to dethrone him from his official dignity and hunt him like game.

We call a man a bigot or a slave of dogma because he is a thinker who has thought thoroughly and to a definite end.

[Consider] a fence or gate erected across a road] The more modern type of reformer goes gaily up to it and says, "I don't see the use of this; let us clear it away." To which the more intelligent type of reformer will do well to answer: "If you don't see the use of it, I certainly won't let you clear it away. Go away and think. Then, when you can come back and tell me that you do see the use of it, I may allow you to destroy it."

If the barricades went up in our streets and the poor became masters, I think the priests would escape, I fear the gentlemen would; but I believe the gutters would simply be running with the blood of philanthropists.

We are all ordinary people. And it's the extraordinary people Who know it.

The highest and noblest thing that history can be is a good story.

Gratitude, being nearly the greatest of human duties, is also nearly the most difficult.