If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.

Being made merely in the image of God but not otherwise resembling him enough to be mistaken by anybody but a very near sighted person.

Astonishing things can be done with the human memory if you will devote it faithfully to one particular line of business.

Of all the unchristian beverages that ever passed my lips, Turkish coffee is the worst. The cup is small, it is smeared with grounds; the coffee is black, thick, unsavory of smell, and execrable in taste. The bottom of the cup has a muddy sediment in it half an inch deep. This goes down your throat, and portions of it lodge by the way, and produce a tickling aggravation that keeps you barking and coughing for an hour.

Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.

God cures and the doctor sends the bill.

Imagination labors best in distant fields.