The present age, for all its cosmopolitan hustle, is curiously suburban in spirit.

It is one of the maladies of our age to profess a frenzied allegiance to truth in unimportant matters, to refuse consistently to face her where graver issues are at stake.

You can tell the ideals of a nation by its advertisements.

They who are all things to their neighbors cease to be anything to themselves.

The true cook is the perfect blend, the only perfect blend, of artist and philosopher. He knows his worth: he holds in his palm the happiness of mankind, the welfare of generations yet unborn.

You can construct the character of a man and his age not only from what he does and says, but from what he fails to say and do.

It seldom pays to be rude. It never pays to be only half-rude.