Heretics are wicked, but they're mighty int'resting. It's jest that they've got sorter lost looking for God, being under the impression that He's hard to find - which He ain't never.

Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.

A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.

That is one good thing about this world - there are always sure to be more springs.

But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

But it ain't our feelings we have to steer by through life--no, no, we'd make shipwreck mighty often if we did that. There's only the one safe compass and we've got to set our course by that--what it's right to do.

If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet.