The dog is a religious animal. In his savage state he worships the moon and the lights that float upon the waters. These are his gods to whom he appeals at night with long-drawn howls.

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.

The books that everybody admires are those that nobody reads.

The heart errs like the head; its errors are not any the less fatal, and we have more trouble getting free of them because of their sweetness.

No government ought to be without censors; and where the press is free, no one ever will. Chance is the pseudonym of God when he did not want to sign.

History books that contain no lies are extremely dull.

Chance is the pseudonym God uses when He'd rather not sign His own name.