All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they're a mighty ornery lot. It's the way they're raised.

Man proposes, but God blocks the game.

The average man is what his environment and his superstitions have made him; and their function is to make him an ass. He can't add up three or four new circumstances together and perceive what they mean; it is beyond him. He is not capable of observing for himself; he has to get everything at second-hand. If what are miscalled the lower animals were as silly as man is, they would all perish from the earth in a year.

Man is the only animal that blushes - or needs to.

I like the truth sometimes, but I don't care enough for it to hanker after it.

By trying we can easily learn to endure adversity. Another man's, I mean.

Faith is believing things you know aint true