There was never an idea started that woke up men out of their stupid indifference but its originator was spoken of as a crank.

The great end of being is to harmonize man with the order of things, and the church has been a good pitch-pipe, and may be so still.

Old age is like an opium dream. Nothing seems real except the unreal.

If I had a formula for bypassing trouble, I would not pass it around. Trouble creates a capacity to handle it.

Men, like peaches and pears, grow sweet a little while before they begin to decay.

But the moment you turn a corner you see another straight stretch ahead and there comes some further challenge to your ambition.

There is in all men a demand for the superlative, so much so that the poor devil that has no other way of reaching it attains it by getting drunk.