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.

My father was a Saint Bernard, my mother was a Collie, but I am a Presbyterian.

You feel mighty free and easy and comfortable on a raft.

Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

All our acts, reasoned and unreasoned, are selfish

I do not wish any reward but to know I have done the right thing.

The rain ...falls upon the just and the unjust alike; a thing which would not happen if I were superintending the rain's affairs. No, I would rain softly and sweetly on the just, but if I caught a sample of the unjust outdoors, I would drown him.