Today is a king in disguise.
The world is moving so fast these days that the man who says it cannot be done is generally interrupted by someone doing it.
Leave this hypocritical prating about the masses. Masses are rude, lame, unmade, pernicious in their demands and influence, and need not to be flattered, but to be schooled. I wish not to concede anything to them, but to tame, drill, divide, and break them up, and draw individuals out of them.
It is the privilege of any human work which is well done to invest the doer with a certain haughtiness. He can well afford not to conciliate, whose faithful work will answer for him.
The angels are so enamoured of the language that is spoken in heaven, that they will not distort their lips with the hissing and unmusical dialects of men, but speak their own, whether there be any who understand it or not.
Poverty consist in feeling poor.
The betrothed and accepted lover has lost the wildest charms of his maiden by her acceptance. She was heaven while he pursued her, but she cannot be heaven if she stoops to one such as he!
The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.
The future is purchased by the present.
When a person cannot deceive himself the chances are against his being able to deceive other people.
Earth laughs in flowers.
Poverty is often concealed in splendor, and often in extravagance. It is the task of many people to conceal their neediness from others. Consequently they support themselves by temporary means, and everyday is lost in contriving for tomorrow.
I have heard with admiring submission the experience of the lady who declared that the sense of being perfectly well dressed gives a feeling of inward tranquility which religion is powerless to bestow.
All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.
I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: “O Lord make my enemies ridiculous.” And God granted it.
Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
No man is a hypocrite in his pleasures.
Responsibility is the price of greatness.
Rebellions of the belly are the worst.
Half the vices which the world condemns most loudly have seeds of good in them and require moderated use rather than total abstinence.
After a few months’ acquaintance with European coffee, one’s mind weakens, and his faith with it, and he begins to wonder if the rich beverage of home, with its clotted layer of yellow cream on top of it, is not a mere dream after all, and a thing which never existed.
What, then, is the true Gospel of consistency? Change. Who is the really consistent man? The man who changes. Since change is the law of his being, he cannot be consistent if he stick in a rut.
