Truth would quickly cease to be stranger than fiction, once we got as used to it.

The public, with its mob yearning to be instructed, edified and pulled by the nose, demands certainties; it must be told definitely and a bit raucously that this is true and that is false. But there are no certainties.

The whole drift of our law is toward the absolute prohibition of all ideas that diverge in the slightest form from the accepted platitudes, and behind that drift of law there is a far more potent force of growing custom, and under that custom there is a natural philosophy which erects conformity into the noblest of virtues and the free functioning of personality into a capital crime against society.

Taxation, for example, is eternally lively; it concerns nine-tenths of us more directly than either smallpox or golf, and has just as much drama in it; moreover, it has been mellowed and made gay by as many gaudy, preposterous theories

The difference between the smartest dog and the stupidest man - say a Tennessee Holy Roller - is really very small.

Love begins like a triolet and ends like a college yell.

Democracy the domination of unreflective and timorous men, moved in vast herds by mob conditions.