None but the dead are permitted to tell the truth.
Those who do not read have no advantage over those who cannot read.
The piano may do for love-sick girls who lace themselves to skeletons, and lunch on chalk, pickles and slate pencils, but give me the banjo.
The ancients stole all our ideas from us.
Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.
Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates.