How unfortunate and how narrowing a thing it is for a man to have wealth who makes a god of it instead of a servant

If you take epitaphs seriously, we ought to bury the living and resurrect the dead.

Another editor. That thing behind his ear is his pencil. Whenever he finds a bright thing in your manuscript he strikes it out with that. That does him good, and makes him smile and show his teeth, the way he is doing in the picture. This one has just been striking out a smart thing, and now he is sitting there with his thumbs in his vest-holes, gloating. They are full of envy and malice, editors are.

It takes some little time to accept and realize the fact that while you have been growing old, your friends have not been standing still, in that matter.

When I was fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have him around. When I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years. See what happens when you "know it all", at any stage of life? Farther down the track you may see clearly how certain personal opinions, held onto too tightly, could be fogging up the view, and providing incorrect insight. Prosperity is the best protector of principle.

There are no grades of vanity; there are only grades of ability in concealing it.

There are no people who are quite so vulgar as the over-refined.