Wherefore being all of one mind, we do highly resolve that government of the grafted by the grafter for the grafter shall not perish from the earth.
Man is the only religious animal. In the Holy task of smoothing his brother’s path to the happiness of heaven, he has turned the globe into a graveyard.
A proud man is one who waits for a vacancy in the Trinity.
Your friends may love you in private but your enemies will hate you in public.
I will gradually drop this subject of graveyards. I have been trying all I could to get down to the sentimental part of it, but I cannot accomplish it. I think there is no genuinely sentimental part to it. It is all grotesque, ghastly, horrible.
Greece is a bleak, unsmiling desert, without agriculture, manufactures or commerce, apparently. What supports its poverty-stricken people or its Government, is a mystery.
Imagination labors best in distant fields.
There is nothing but that frail breastwork of earth between the people and destruction.
I am able to say that while I am not ruggedly well, I am not ill enough to excite an undertaker.
It takes some little time to accept and realize the fact that while you have been growing old, your friends have not been standing still, in that matter.
The community is eminently Portuguese – that is to say, it is slow, poor, shiftless, sleepy, and lazy.
You ought never to sass old people- unless they sass you first.
It’s a good thing for a dog to have fleas; keeps his mind off being a dog.
Drop this mean and sordid and selfish devotion to the saving of your shabby little souls, and hunt up something to do that’s got some dignity to it! Risk your souls! Risk them in good causes; then if you lose them, why should you care? Reform!
I should be sorry to think it was the publishers themselves they got up this entire little flutter to enable them to unload a book that was taking too much room in their cellars, but you can never tell what a publisher will do. I have been one myself.
The higher animals get their teeth without pain or inconvenience. Man gets his through months and months of cruel torture; he will never get a set which can really be depended on ’till a dentist makes him one.
God rewards gamblers and fools. The crucial thing, when you win, is knowing which you were.
We have infinite trouble in solving man-made mysteries; it is only when we set out to discover “the secret of God” that our difficulties disappear.
I have only one moral precept; never smoke more than five cigars at a time.
There are some natures which never grow large enough to speak out and say a bad act is a bad act, until they have inquired into the politics or the nationality of the man who did it.