There is one notable thing about our Christianity: bad, bloody, merciless, money-grabbing and predatory as it is - in our country particularly, and in all other Christian countries in a somewhat modified degree - it is still a hundred times better than the Christianity of the Bible, with its prodigious crime- the invention of Hell.

She is not refined. She is not unrefined. She keeps a parrot

I have carried a revolver; lots of us do, but they are the most innocent things in the world.

Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child's loss of a doll and a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size.

Why was the human race created? Or at least why wasn't something creditable created in place of it? God had His opportunity. He could have made a reputation. But no, He must commit this grotesque folly - a lark which must have cost Him a regret or two when He came to think it over and observe effects.

It is not worth while to try to keep history from repeating itself, for man's character will always make the preventing of the repetitions impossible.

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