A new book is like a friend that I have yet to meet

When I hear a man preach, I like to see him act as if he were fighting bees.

When someone asked Abraham Lincoln, after he was elected president, what he was going to do about his enemies, he replied, "I am going to destroy them. I am going to make them my friends."

The eyes of that species of extinct giant, whose bones fill the mounds of America, have gazed on Niagara as our eyes do now.

I failed, I failed, and that is about all that can be said about it.

Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle.

My earlier views of the unsoundness of the Christian scheme of salvation and the human origin of the scriptures have become clearer and stronger with advancing years, and I see no reason for thinking I shall ever change them.