I said nothing of the sort.

Never have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.

All say, ‘how hard it is that we have to die’ -- a strange complaint to come from the mouths of those who have had to live.

Never mistake motion for progress.

It was a place of sin, loose women, whiskey and gambling. It was no place for a good Presbyterian, and I did not long remain one.

Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.

What is human life? The first third a good time; the rest remembering about it.