Every time I reform in one direction I go overboard in another.

But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

Two days overdue, THE WORLD'S WORK has not reached me. Pray make a note of this. I would rather not have to resort to violence.

Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.

great people are those who make others feel that they, too, can become great.

Age enlarges and enriches the powers of some musical instruments - notably those of the violin - but it seems to set a piano's teeth on edge.

Every man is a moon and has a side which he turns toward nobody: you have to slip around behind it if you want to see it.