Clever people seem not to feel the natural pleasure of bewilderment, and are always answering questions when the chief relish of a life is to go on asking them. — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
Talk ought always to run obliquely, not nose to nose with no chance of mental escape. — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
By rights, satire is a lonely and introspective occupation, for nobody can describe a fool to the life without much patient self-inspection. — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
One learns little more about a man from his feats of literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal. — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
I know of no more disagreeable situation than to be left feeling generally angry without anybody in particular to be angry at. — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible. — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
There ought to be some sign in a book about man, that the writer knows thoroughly one man at least. — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
Women singly do a good deal of harm. Women in bulk are chastening. — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
As wounded men may limp through life, so our war minds may not regain the balance of their thoughts for decades. — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
Averageness is a quality we must put up with. Men march toward civilization in column formation, and by the time the van has learned… — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
If a large city can, after intense intellectual efforts, choose for its mayor a man who merely will not steal from it, we consider… — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
Many people lose their tempers merely from seeing you keep yours. — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
A new thinker is only one who does not know what the old thinkers have thought — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
As crowds increase we build our forts of inattention, and the more we talk the easier it is to mean little and listen not… — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
One learns little more about a man from the feats of his literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal. — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
