We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.

Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true

Hell is a half-filled auditorium.

Democracy is the best chance for the best people.

Freedom is when you are easy in the harness.