The most curious social convention of the great age in which we live is the one to the effect that religious opinions should be respected.

Unsuccessful candidates for the Presidency should be quietly hanged as a matter of public sanitation and decorum.

If I had my way, any man guilty of golf would be barred from any public office in the United States and the families of the breed would be shipped off to the white slave corrals of Argentina.

It is the mission of the pedagogue, not to make his pupils think, but to make them think right, and the more nearly his own mind pulsates with the great ebbs and flows of popular delusion and emotion, the more admirably he performs his function. He may be an ass, but that is surely no demerit in a man paid to make asses of his customers.

For it is mutual trust, even more than mutual interest that holds human associations together.

A home is not a mere transient shelter: its essence lies in the personalities of the people who live in it.

The seasick passenger on an ocean liner detests the good sailor who stalks past him 265 times a day grandly smoking a large, greasy cigar. In precisely the same way the democrat hates the man who is having a better time in the world. This is the origin of democracy. It is also the origin of Puritanism.