As wounded men may limp through life, so our war minds may not regain the balance of their thoughts for decades.
There ought to be some sign in a book about man, that the writer knows thoroughly one man at least.
Every man ought to be inquisitive through every hour of his great adventure down to the day when he shall no longer cast a shadow in the sun. For if he dies without a question in his heart, what excuse is there for his continuance?
Men will confess to treason, murder, arson, false teeth, or a wig. How many of them will own up to a lack of humor?
Averageness is a quality we must put up with. Men march toward civilization in column formation, and by the time the van has learned to admire the masters the rear is drawing reluctantly away from the totem pole.
One learns little more about a man from his feats of literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.
If a large city can, after intense intellectual efforts, choose for its mayor a man who merely will not steal from it, we consider it a triumph of the suffrage.
Politics is a place of humble hopes and strangely modest requirements, where all are good who are not criminal and all are wise who are not ridiculously otherwise.
Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.
I have found some of the best reasons I ever had for remaining at the bottom simply by looking at the men at the top.