When I reach the shades at last it will no doubt astonish Satan to discover, on thumbing my dossier, that I was a member of the Y.M.C.A.

Evil: That which one believes of others. It is a sin to believe evil of others, but it is seldom a mistake

He slept more than any other president, whether by day or by night. Nero fiddled, but Coolidge only snored.

The truth that survives is simply the lie that is pleasantest to believe.

Kipling, the grandson of a Methodist preacher, reveals the tin-pot evangelist with increasing clarity as youth and its ribaldries pass away and he falls back upon his fundamentals.

Congress consists of one-third, more or less, scoundrels; two-thirds, more or less, idiots; and three-thirds, more or less, poltroons.

It seems to me that a great university ought to have room in it for men subscribing to every sort of idea that is currently prevalent