The choice lies between property on the one hand and slavery, public or private, on the other. There is no third issue.

If we are to be happy, decent and secure of our souls: drink some kind of fermented liquor with one's food; go on the water from time to time; dance on occasions, and sing in a chorus.

Writing itself is a bad enough trade, rightly held up to ridicule and contempt by the greater part of mankind, and especially by those who do real work, plowing, riding, sailing

Whatever happens, we have got The Maxim gun, and they have not.

The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie.

The gentleman is generous and treats all men as his equals, especially those whom he feels to be inferior in rank and wealth.

I said to Heart, "How goes it?" Heart replied: "Right as a Ribstone Pippin!" But it lied.