Our history is every human history; a black and gory business, with more scoundrels than wise men at the lead, and more louts than both put together to cheer and follow.

Material blessings, when they pay beyond the category of need, are weirdly fruitful of headache.

There is no advance without strife.

Common man has at long last got himself so far out of gear with nature and his environment that he is beginning to see the shape of extinction, whether he recognizes it as such or not.

Superiority and inferiority are individual, not racial or national.

I don't like people--much. This kind, I mean. And they don't like me at all, as a rule. Maybe the latter explains the former.

The first gold star a child gets in school for the mere performance of a needful task is its first lesson in graft.