Some day science may have the existence of mankind in its power, and the human race commit suicide, by blowing up the world.

Politics are a very unsatisfactory game.

The work of internal government has become the task of controlling the thousands of fifth-rate men.

If I grapple with sin in my own strength, the devil knows he may go to sleep.

I hate photographs abstractly, because they have given me more ideas perversely and immovably wrong, than I ever should get by imagination.

He never labored so hard to learn a language as he did to hold his tongue, and it affected him for life. The habit of reticence — of talking without meaning — is never effaced.

The tourist was the great conservative who hated novelty and adored dirt.