Nothing is done. Everything in the world remains to be done or done over.

My father seemed always to know not only what I was doing, but what I was being.

It is our knowledge - the things we are sure of - that makes the world go wrong and keeps us from seeing and learning.

In all cities, the better classes - the business men - are the sources of corruption, but they are so rarely pursued and caught that we do not fully realize whence the trouble comes.

I hunted far enough to suspect that the Fathers of the Republic who wrote our Sacred Constitution of the United States not only did not, but did not want to, establish a democratic government.

The unknown is the province of the student; it is the field for his lifes adventure, and it is a wide field full of beckonings

One improvement I have learned from my childhood experience with my father: I do not threaten punishment in the morning. That was awful. Late into the night I would lie awake tossing and wondering what he was going to do to me. Usually he did nothing. A quiet, impressive 'talking to' was all I got.