Clever people seem not to feel the natural pleasure of bewilderment, and are always answering questions when the chief relish of a life is to go on asking them.
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?
One learns little more about a man from the feats of his literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.
Persecution was at least a sign of personal interest. Tolerance is composed of nine parts of apathy to one of brotherly love.
The New York playgoer is a child of nature, and he has an honest and wholesome regard of whatever is atrocious in art.
Many people lose their tempers merely from seeing you keep yours.
