It always is wretched weather according to us. The weather is like the government - always in the wrong. In summer-time we say it is stifling; in winter that it is killing; in spring and autumn we find fault with it for being neither one thing nor the other and wish it would make up its mind...We shall never be content until each man makes his own weather and keeps it to himself.

Contented, unambitious people are all very well in their way. They form a neat, useful background for great portraits to be painted against, and they make a re…

Swearing relieves the feelings--that is what swearing does. I explained this to my aunt on one occasion, but it didn't answer with her. She said I had no busin…

We are so bound together that no man can labor for himself alone. Each blow he strikes in his own behalf helps to mold the Universe.