The only liberty an inferior man really cherishes is the liberty to quit work, stretch out in the sun, and scratch himself.

The net effect of Clarence Darrow's great speech yesterday seemed to be precisely the same as if he had bawled it up a rainspout in the interior of Afghanistan.

The dying man doesn't struggle much and he isn't much afraid. As his alkalies give out he succumbs to a blest stupidity. His mindfogs. His will power vanishes. He submits decently. He scarcely gives a damn.

The war on privilege will never end. Its next grat campaign will be against the special privileges of the underprivileged.

The state remains, as it was in the beginning, the common enemy of all well-disposed, industrious and decent men.

The way to hold a husband is to keep him a little jealous; the way to lose him is to keep him a little more jealous.

The truth is that the scientific value of Polar exploration is greatly exaggerated. The thing that takes men on such hazardous trips is really not any thirst for knowledge, but simply a yearning for adventure. ... A Polar explorer always talks grandly of sacrificing his fingers and toes to science. It is an amiable pretention, but there is no need to take it seriously.