Occupation: Essayist Birth: April 1, 1855 Death: November 15, 1950
Guests are the delight of leisure, and the solace of ennui..
Traveling is, and has always been, more popular than the traveler..
Everybody is now so busy teaching that nobody has any time to learn..
It is bad enough to be bad, but to be bad in bad taste is unpardonable..
It is not the office of a novelist to show us how to behave ourselves; it is not the business of fiction to teach us anything..
whereas the dog strives to lessen the distance between himself and man, seeks ever to be intelligent and intelligible, and translates into looks and ….
Art... does not take kindly to facts, is helpless to grapple with theories, and is killed outright by a sermon..
There is a secret and wholesome conviction in the heart of every man or woman who has written a book that it should be no easy matter for an intellig….
A man who owns a dog is, in every sense of the words, its master; the term expresses accurately their mutual relations. But it is ridiculous when app….
It is not what we learn in conversation that enriches us. It is the elation that comes of swift contact with tingling currents of thought..
The pitfall of the feminist is the belief that the interests of men and women can ever be severed; that what brings sufferings to the one can leave t….
Too much rigidity on the part of teachers should be followed by a brisk spirit of insubordination on the part of the taught..
Wit is a pleasure-giving thing, largely because it eludes reason; but in the apprehension of an absurdity through the working of the comic spirit the….
Need drives men to envy as fullness drives them to selfishness..
The necessity of knowing a little about a great many things is the most grievous burden of our day. It deprives us of leisure on the one hand, and of….
While art may instruct as well as please, it can nevertheless be true art without instructing, but not without pleasing..
to be civilized is to be incapable of giving unnecessary offense, it is to have some quality of consideration for all who cross our path..
In those happy days when leisure was held to be no sin, men and women wrote journals whose copiousness both delights and dismays us..
If history in the making be a fluid thing, it swiftly crystallizes..
If we go to church we are confronted with a system of begging so complicated and so resolute that all other demands sink into insignificance by its s….
Love is a malady, the common symptoms of which are the same in all patients..