He gossips habitually; he lacks the common wisdom to keep still that deadly enemy of man, his own tongue.

I would much prefer to suffer from the clean incision of an honest lancet than from a sweetened poison.

Tomorrow night I appear for the first time before a Boston audience - 4000 critics.

Conscience, man's moral medicine chest.

I am only human, although I regret it.

Nothing so needs reforming as other people's habits. Fanatics will never learn that, though it be written in letters of gold across the sky. It is the prohibition that makes anything precious.

It shames the average man to be valued below his own estimate of his worth.