The fact is that the average man's love of liberty is nine-tenths imaginary, exactly like his love of sense, justice and truth... Liberty is not a thing for the great masses of men. It is the exclusive possession of a small and disreputable minority, like knowledge, courage and honor. It takes a special sort of man to understand and enjoy liberty - and he is usually an outlaw in democratic societies.

Suicide is a belated acquiescence in the opinion of one's wife's relatives.

Philadelphia is the most pecksniffian of American cities, and thus probably leads the world.

The art of writing, like the art of love, runs all the way from a kind of routine hard to distinguish from piling bricks to a kind of frenzy closely related to delirium tremens.

In the main, there are two sorts of books: those that no one reads and those that no one ought to read.

No man ever quite believes in any other man.

Next to the semi-colon, quotation marks seem to be the chief butts of reformatory ardor.