He types his labored column -- weary drudge! Senile fudge and solemn: spare, editor, to condemn these dry leaves of his autumn.

I do not 'get' ideas; ideas get me.

Admission is free but the taxation is mortal. You come when you can, and leave when you must. The show is continuous. Good-night.

Fanaticism is . . . overcompensation for doubt.

Fanaticism is overcompensation for doubt.

There is no nonsense so gross that society will not, at some time, make a doctrine of it and defend it with every weapon of communal stupidity.