you can't fit the same religion to every man any mo' than you can the same pair of breeches. The big man takes the big breeches an' the little man takes the small ones, an' it's jest the same with religion. It may be cut after one pattern, but it's might apt to get its shape from the wearer inside. Why, thar ain't any text so peaceable that it ain't drawn blood from somebody.

No, one couldn't make a revolution, one couldn't even start a riot, with sheep that asked only for better browsing.

I ain't never seen no head so level that it could bear the lettin' in of politics.

Some women enjoy unhappy love affairs, you know, though I have always felt that they are greatly overrated.

...America has enjoyed the doubtful blessing of a single-track mind. We are able to accommodate, at a time, only one national hero; and we demand that that hero shall be uniform and invincible. As a literate people we are preoccupied, neither with the race nor the individual, but with the type. Yesterday, we romanticized the "tough guy;" today, we are romanticizing the underprivileged, tough or tender; tomorrow, we shall begin to romanticize the pure primitive.

The nearer she came to death, the more, by some perversity of nature, did she enjoy living.

Evidently, whatever else marriage might prevent, it was not a remedy for isolation of spirit.