One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.

No doubt it was necessary to civilize man in relation to man. That work is already advanced and is making progress every day. But man must be civilized also in relation to nature.

While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: 'Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday.' No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now Friday.

Genuflection before the idol or the dollar destroys the muscles which walk and the will that moves.

Love is a fault; so be it.

Earnestness is the salt of eloquence.

Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.