I was exceedingly delighted with the waltz, and also with the polka. These differ in name, but there the difference ceases

The smallest minds and the selfishest souls and the cowardliest hearts that God makes.

The joy of killing! the joy of seeing killing done - these are traits of the human race at large.

I used to think my father was an idiot, until I turned twenty-one... Then I thought he was a genus.

Men think they think upon the great political questions, and they do; but they think with their party, not independently; they read its literature, but not that of the other side

But death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.

Pessimism is only the name that men of weak nerve give to wisdom.