On the whole, I am on the side of the unregenerate who affirms the worth of life as an end in itself, as against the saints who deny it.

Nothing is so commonplace has the wish to be remarkable.

Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold; But friendship is the rose, with sweets in every fold.

Our test of truth is a reference to either a present or imagined future majority in favour of our view.

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?

If wine tells truth - and so have said the wise, It makes me laugh to think how brandy lies!

The very minute a thought is threatened with publicity it seems to shrink towards mediocrity.