I have written too much history to have faith in it; and if anyone thinks I'm wrong, I am inclined to agree with him.
No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.
The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.
Nothing in education is so astonishing as the amount of ignorance it accumulates in the form of inert facts.
Everyone carries his own inch rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.
No man likes to have his intelligence or good faith questioned, especially if he has doubts about it himself.
No man means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.