If you'd take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can't say. But it might.

While once it was the rank and file that cheered with all the partisan passions at their heights, today it is the party leaders who are cheering themselves; and all by themselves. The mob that is their audience is in one vast universal trance, thinking about something else.

I believe in preaching to the converted; for I have generally found that the converted do not understand their own religion.

Thoughts on the Merits of Work The worst of work nowadays is what happens to people when they cease to work.

It is the root of all religion that a man knows that he is nothing in order to thank God that he is something.

The human race is always trying this dodge of making everything entirely easy; but the difficulty which it shifts off one thing it shifts to another.

The central idea of poetry is the idea of guessing right, like a child.