One is conscious of no brave and noble earnestness in it, of no generalized passion for intellectual and spiritual adventure, of no organized determination to think things out. What is there is a highly self-conscious and insipid correctness, a bloodless respectability submergence of matter in manner--in brief, what is there is the feeble, uninspiring quality of German painting and English music.

Why do men go to zoos?

The sort of man who likes to spend his time watching a cage of monkeys chase one another, or a lion gnaw its tail, or a lizard catch flies, is precisely the sort of man whose mental weakness should be combated at the public expense, not fostered.

God must love the rich or he wouldn't divide so much among so few of them.

Anyhow, the hole in the donut is at least digestible.

The worshiper is the father of the gods.

The demagogue is one who preaches doctrines he knows to be untrue to men he knows to be idiots.