The Mexican War was a training ground for generals, so that when the sad self-murders settled on us, the leaders knew the techniques for making it properly horrible.

It's one of the great fallacies, it seems to me, that time gives much of anything but years and sadness to man.

It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge intime, toprotest againstchange, particularlychangefor the better.

I wonder why it is that when I plan a route too carefully, it goes to pieces, whereas if I blunder along in blissful ignorance aimed in a fancied direction I get through with no trouble.

Men really do need sea-monsters in their personal oceans

There are no ugly questions except those clothed in condescension.

And this you can know- fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.