The secret of the man who is universally interesting is that he is universally interested.

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.

The mortality of all inanimate things is terrible to me, but that of books most of all.

You'll find as you grow older that you weren't born such a great while ago after all. The time shortens up.

I wonder why we hate the past so.

The secret of the man who is universally interesting is that he is universally interested.

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