Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.

Well, my book is written-let it go. But if it were only to write over again there wouldn't be so many things left out. They burn in me; and they keep multiplying; but now they can't ever be said. And besides, they would require a library-and a pen warmed up in hell.

We don't care to eat toadstools that think they are truffles.

I don't know anything about this man. Anyhow, I only know two things about him. One is, he has never been in jail, and the other is, I don't know why.

It is by the goodness of God that in our country we have those three unspeakably precious things: freedom of speech, freedom of conscience, and the prudence never to practice either of them.

This is the only sane clerical the earthquake has exposed to view yet.

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