Most people have died before they expire; died to all earthly longings, so that the last breath is only, as it were, the locking of the door of the already deserted mansion.

I have no respect for the passion of equality, which seems to me merely idealizing envy - I don't disparage envy, but I don't accept it as legitimately my master.

Deep-seated preferences cannot be argued about - you cannot argue a man into liking a glass of beer.

Who does not feel that Nansen's account of his search for the Pole rather loses than gains in ideal satisfaction by the pretense of a few trifling acquisitions for science?

Life, not the parson, teaches conduct.

My right to swing my fist ends where your nose begins.

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