To string incongruities and absurdities together in a wandering and sometimes purposeless way, and seem innocently unaware that they are absurdities, is the basis of the American art, if my position is correct.

Often it does seem such a pity that Noah and his party did not miss the boat.

Authorship is not a trade, it is an inspiration; authorship does not keep an office, its habitation is all out under the sky, and everywhere the winds are blowing and the sun is shining and the creatures of God are free.

The radical invents the views. When he has worn them out the conservative adopts them.

Considering the elaborate circumstantiality of detail observable in the item, it seems to me that it ought to contain more information than it does.

A consciously exaggerated compliment is an offense.

No high-minded man, no man of right feeling, can contemplate the lumbering and slovenly lying of the present day without grieving to see a noble art so prostituted.