The finest clothing made is a person's own skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this.

The finest clothing made is a person's own skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this.

Strange a God who mouths Golden Rules and forgiveness, then invented hell; who mouths morals to other people and has none Himself; who frowns upon crimes yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon Himself; and finally with altogether divine obtuseness, invites this poor, abused slave to worship Him!

Custom is, to think a handsome thing in private but tame it down in the utterance.

Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.

There is nothing like instances to grow hair on a bald-headed argument.

Do your duty today and repent tomorrow.