The Reformer is always right about what's wrong. However, he's often wrong about what is right.

We should thank God for beer and burgundy by not drinking too much of them.

Progress is a comparative of which we have not settled the superlative.

The more truly we can see life as a fairytale, the more clearly the tale resolves itself into war with the dragon who is wasting fairyland.

We are passing into a social phase in which unless a heroic effort is made for human dignity and freedom, gold will be the sole method of government and therefore the sole standard of manners.

The present condition of fame is merely fashion.

There is also an insulting speech about 'one grey day just like another'. You might as well talk about one green tree like another.