Somehow, our sense of justice never turns in its sleep till long after the sense of injustice in others has been thoroughly aroused.

Heroes are very human, most of them; very easily touched by praise.

People seem to think there is something inherently noble and virtuous in the desire to go for a walk.

Anything that is worth doing has been done frequently. Things hitherto undone should be given, I suspect, a wide berth.

There is in the human race some dark spirit of recalcitrance, always pulling us in the direction contrary to that in which we are reasonably expected to go.

Women who love the same man have a kind of bitter freemasonry.

Sometimes I feel that I am a natural born genius in a field of human endeavor that hasn't been invented yet