There is no use in your walking five miles to fish when you can depend on being just as unsuccessful near home.

The way it is now, the asylums can hold the sane people, but if we tried to shut up the insane we should run out of building materials.

Soap and education are not as sudden as a massacre, but they are more deadly in the long run.

The man who sets out to carry a cat by its tail learns something that will always be useful and which never will grow dim or doubtful.

The weakest of all weak things is a virtue that has not been tested in the fire.

It liberates the vandal to travel-you never saw a bigoted, opinionated, stubborn, narrow-minded, self-conceited, almighty mean man in your life but he had stuck in one place since he was born and thought God made the world and dyspepsia and bile for his especial comfort and satisfaction.

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.