Those of us who have come to years of discretion and more, must often take to retrospect, and seek to appraise the outcome of our lives.

The successful competitor, having been urged to compete, must not be turned upon when he wins.

Words are not pebbles in alien juxtaposition.

Our dangers, as it seems to me, are not from the outrageous but from the conforming; not from those who rarely and under the lurid glare of obloquy upset our moral complaisance, or shock us with unaccustomed conduct, but from those, the mass of us, who take their virtues and their tastes, like their shirts and their furniture, from the limited patterns which the market offers.

If a community decides that some conduct is prejudicial to itself, and so decides by numbers sufficient to impose its will upon dissenters, I know of no principle which can stay its hand.

For, when all is said, as my friend George Rublee likes to put it, the only success is to be a success as a person; and it is still not too late for that.

Here I am an old man in a long nightgown making muffled noises at people who may be no worse than I am.