[Thomas Henry] Huxley, I believe, was the greatest Englishman of the Nineteenth Century—perhaps the greatest Englishman of all time. When one thinks of him, one thinks inevitably of such men as Goethe and Aristotle. For in him there was that rich, incomparable blend of intelligence and character, of colossal knowledge and high adventurousness, of instinctive honesty and indomitable courage which appears in mankind only once in a blue moon. There have been far greater scientists, even in England, but there has never been a scientist who was a greater man.

The best teacher of children, in brief, is one who is essentially childlike.

I know of no human being who has a better time than an eager and energetic young reporter.

In any combat between a rogue and a fool the sympathy of mankind is always with the rogue.

Nietzsche, to the end of his days, remained a Russian pastor's son, and hence two-thirds of a Puritan; he erected his war upon holiness, toward the end, into a sort of holy war.

I have little belief in human progress. The human race is incurably idiotic. It will never be happy.

The first kiss is stolen by the man; the last is begged by the woman.