Your next-door neighbor is not a man; he is an environment. He is the barking of a dog; he is the noise of a piano; he is a dispute about a party wall; he is drains that are worse than yours, or roses that are better than yours.

It is not greedy to enjoy a good dinner, any more than it is to enjoy a good concert. But I do think there is something greedy about trying to enjoy the dinner and the concert at the same time.

Suppose, my dear Chadd, suppose it is we who are the idiots because we are not afraid of devils in the dark?

I came to the conclusion that the optimist thought everything good except the pessimist, and that the pessimist thought everything bad, except himself.

If the common man in the past had a grave respect for property, it may conceivably have been because he sometimes had some of his own.

In all legends men have thought of women as sublime separately but horrible in a herd.

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