Elbert Green Hubbard

By the Eternal! there is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land.

Piety is the tinfoil of pretense.

The graveyards are full of people the world could not do without.

Philosophy rests on a proposition that whatever is is right. Preaching begins by assuming that whatever is is wrong.

Some one has said that we are moving so fast that when plans are being made to perform some great feat, these plans are broken into by a youth who enters and says, "I have done it."

If you want work well done, select a busy man ‚ the other kind has no time.

He picked up the lemons that Fate had sent him and started a lemonade-stand.

Responsibilities gravitate to the person who can shoulder them.

Do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing, and you'll never be criticized.

Anyone who idolizes you is going to hate you when he discovers that you are fallible. He never forgives. He has deceived himself, and he blames you for it.

It is not to be wondered that men have worshiped the ocean, for in his depths they have seen mirrored the image of Eternity — of Infinity. Here they have seen the symbol of God's great plan of oneness with His creatures, for the sea is the …

Editor: a person employed by a newspaper, whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed.

Freedom cannot be bestowed — it must be achieved.

Never explain — your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyhow.

There is something that is much more scarce, something finer far, something rarer than ability. It is the ability to recognize ability. The sternest comment that can be made against employers as a class lies in the fact that men of Ability …

Every man should have a college education in order to show him how little the thing is really worth. The intellectual kings of the earth have seldom been college-bred.

Most Authors cringe and flatter and Fish for compliments. If they fail to get Applause, they say the World is a Scurvy Place and those who dwell therein a Dirty Lot: if they succeed, they give thanks to Nobody, saying they got only what …