I am fairly tired--bored beyond endurance--by the world we live in, and its ideals, and am ready to say so, not violently, but kindly, as one rubs salt into the back of a flogged sailor as though one loved him.

Politics is simply the organization of hatreds.

The chief wonder of education is that it does not ruin everybody concerned in it, teachers and taught.

Average human nature is very coarse, and its ideals must necessarily be average. The world never loved perfect poise. What the world does love is commonly absence of poise, for it has to be amused.

His brothers were the type; he was the variation.

The less a tourist knows, the fewer mistakes he need make, for he will not expect himself to explain ignorance.

As history stands, it is a sort of Chinese play, without end andl without lesson. With these impressions I wrote the last line of my History, asking for a round century before going further.