Self-denial is the shining sore on the leprous body of Christianity.

Simple pleasures are the last healthy refuge in a complex world.

The Bostonians take their learning too sadly: culture with them is an accomplishment rather than an atmosphere; their "Hub," as they call it, is the paradise of prigs.

Every prison that men build Is built with bricks of shame, And bound with bars lest Christ should see How men their brothers maim.

Nothing is good in moderation. You cannot know good in anything until you have torn the heart out of it by excess.

It was a fatal day when the public discovered that the pen is mightier than the paving-stone and can be made as offensive as a brickbat.

The final mystery is oneself.