The facts I remember are too good to check.
The obscurest epoch is today.
As you grow old, you forget, and as you forget, you have to stop lying, or at least cut way down.
Rogues, dunces, and newspapermen have long been with us, but the rogues are no longer charming, the dunces no longer amiable, and the newspapermen no longer raffish.
We so often demand that the dead meet the standards of the living, and so rarely that the living meet the standards of the dead.
Why speak ill of the dead? It’s the living who cause all the trouble.
Among the cataloguers of influence the influence of Rousseau is unsurpassed.
Western man worships bluesmen the same way the ancient Egyptians worshipped cats.
The late 19th century was nearer in thought to the Romans than to us.
Nearly every new law is bad, and nearly every old custom is good.
The psychologists tell us that what we possess we hold too dear — except our inherited civilization, which we are ever eager to part with on the cheap.