Society is immoral and immortal; it can afford to commit any kind of folly, and indulge in any sort of vice; it cannot be killed, and the fragments that survive can always laugh at the dead.

Politics, as a practise, whatever its professions, has always been the systematic organization of hatreds.

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

At best, the renewal of broken relations is a nervous matter.

No man means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.

The new American, like the new European, was the servant of the powerhouse, as the European of the twelfth century was the servant of the Church.

A parent gives life, but as parent, gives no more. A murderer takes life, but his deed stops there. A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.