It is not the drinker, but the man who has just stopped drinking, who thinks the world is going to the dogs.

The verdict of a jury is the a priori opinion of that juror who smokes the worst cigars.

There is no possibility whatsoever of reconciling science and theology, at least in Christendom. Either Jesus arose from the dead or He didn't. If he did, then Christianity becomes plausible; if He did not, then it is sheer nonsense. I defy any genuine scientists to say that he believes in the Resurrection, or indeed in any other cardinal dogma of the Christian system.

In every woman's life there is one real and consuming love. But very few women guess which one it is.

Democracy is grounded upon so childish a complex of fallacies that they must be protected by a rigid system of taboos, else even halfwits would argue it to pieces. Its first concern must be to penalize the free play of ideas.

The scientist who yields anything to theology, however slight, is yielding to ignorance and false pretenses, and as certainly as if he granted that a horse-hair put into a bottle of water will turn into a snake.

No romantic novel ever written in America, by man or woman, is one half so beautiful as My Ántonia.