Presbyterianism without infant damnation would be like the dog on the train that couldn’t be identified because it had lost its tag.
It has taken a weary long time to persuade American Presbyterians to give up infant damnation and try to bear it the best they can.
This is the only sane clerical the earthquake has exposed to view yet.
It is easy to see that the inventor of the heaven did not originate the idea, but copied it from the show-ceremonies of some sorry little sovereign State up in the back settlements of the Orient somewhere.
The choir always tittered and whispered all through the service. There was once a church choir that was not ill-bred, but I have forgotten where it was.
When one’s character begins to fall under suspicion and disfavor, how swift, then, is the work of disintegration and destruction.
I speak French with timidity, and not flowingly – except when excited. When using that language I have often noticed that I have hardly ever been mistaken for a Frenchman, except, perhaps, by horses; never, I believe, by people.
What do you think of the human mind? I mean, in case you think there is a human mind.
Politicians, old buildings, and prostitutes become respectable with age.
It is so unsatisfactory to read a noble passage and have no one you love at hand to share the happiness with you. And it is unsatisfactory to read to one’s self anyhow – for the uttered voice so heightens the expression.
Don’t you know that the very thing a man dreads is the thing that always happens?
Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the claim. I think it is open to dispute.
Like most people, I often feel mean, and act accordingly.
There’s a good spot tucked away somewhere in everybody. You’ll be a long time finding it, sometimes.
They say that you can’t live by bread alone, but I can live on compliments.
When one has tasted watermelons, one knows what angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took; we know it because she repented.
Strange is the man who practices his religion.
We must look for our own blame to find our own personality.
Not all the Greek runners in the original Olympics were totally naked. Some wore shoes.
The human being places sexual intercourse above all other joys, but leaves it out of his heaven.