There is nothing like the dead cold hand of the past to take down our tumid egotism and lead us into the solemn flow of the life of our race.

There are three natural anaesthetics: Sleep, fainting, and death.

There is one gratification an old author can afford a certain class of critics; that namely, of comparing him as he is with what he was. It is a pleasure to mediocrity to have its superiors brought within range.

Young man, the secret of my success is that an early age I discovered that I was not God.

Between two groups of people who want to make inconsistent kinds of worlds, I see no remedy but force.

Many ideas grow better when transplanted into another mind than in the one where they sprung up.

Anytime you see a Hungarian, kick him. He'll know why. Any two philosophers can tell each other all they know in two hours.