He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence.

Is it worth while to observe that there are no Venetian blinds in Venice?

Preach the blessings of our deeply incorporated civilization by the mouths of our eight-inch guns.

The swelling and towering omnibuses, the huge trucks and wagons and carriages, the impetuous hansoms and the more sobered four-wheelers, the pony-carts, donkey-carts, hand-carts, and bicycles which fearlessly find their way amidst the turmoil, with foot-passengers winding in and out, and covering the sidewalks with their multitude, give the effect of a single monstrous organism, which writhes swiftly along the channel where it had run in the figure of a flood till you were tired of that metaphor. You are now a molecule of that vast organism.

What the American public wants in the theater is a tragedy with a happy ending.

If we like a man's dream, we call him a reformer; if we don't like his dream, we call him a crank.

If ever the public was betrayed by its press, it's ours.