I have tried getting up early, and I have tried getting up late-and the latter agrees with me best.

France has neither winter, nor summer, nor morals. France is miserable because it is filled with Frenchmen, and Frenchmen are miserable because they live in France.

But we love the Old Travelers. We love to hear them prate and drivel and lie.

By and by when each nation has 20,000 battleships and 5,000,000 soldiers we shall all be safe and the wisdom of statesmanship will stand confirmed.

We are strange beings, we seem to go free, but we go in chains - chains of training, custom, convention, association, environment - in a word, Circumstance, and against these bonds the strongest of us struggle in vain.

You can't keep a juvenile moral institution alive on two displays of its sash per year.

Never put off till tomorrow what you can do day after tomorrow just as well.