The politer the society, the greater the lies it requires.

My father would invite me sweetly to come and sit on a stool at his feet, and, as I let myself trustingly down, he would gently kick the seat from under me - and laugh.

The best picture has not yet been painted; the greatest poem is still unsung; the mightiest novel remains to be written; the divinest music has not been conceived, even by Bach. In science, probably ninety-nine percent of the knowable has not yet been discovered.

Boston has carried the practice of hypocrisy to the n-th degree of refinement, grace, and failure.

Morality is only moral when it is voluntary.

The politer the society, the greater the lies it requires.

My father required me to honor my father and my mother too much to put up games on them. I did on occasion.