All great song, from the first day when human lips contrived syllables, has been sincere song.

Nothing can be beautiful which is not true.

There is no harm in anybody thinking that Christ is in bread. The harm is in the expectation of His presence in gunpowder.

Whenever I did anything wrong, stupid or hard-hearted, and I have done many things that were all three, my mother always said "it is because you were too much indulged."

Government and cooperation are in all things the laws of life. Anarchy and competition, the laws of death.

Blue color is everlastingly appointed by the deity to be a source of delight.

I have seen, and heard, much of Cockney impudence before now; but never expected to hear a coxcomb ask two hundred guineas for flinging a pot of paint in the public's face.