Progress. There's a good deal too much o' this progress about nowadays, an', what's more, it'll have to stop.

no truth is strong enough to defeat a well-established legend.

Progress. There's a good deal too much o' this progress about nowadays, an', what's more, it'll have to stop.

Nature is not silent, and never was a name more derisively inappropriate than when we speak of these non-human creatures who hoot and crow and bray as the dumb animals.

Youth knows no remedy for grief but death.

Why, why, when one writes, does a sort of shackle bind one's imagination? I become conscious of a deadening mediocrity, perhaps a form of mental cowardice, and I long to break free, to let my imagination take wings. It doesn't - yet.

If we haven't a grouch against Fortune, we seem unable to avoid one against ourselves.