A new oath holds pretty well; but... when it is become old, and frayed out, and damaged by a dozen annual retryings of its remains, it ceases to be serviceable; any little strain will snap it.

But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

As a rule, we go about with masks, we go about looking honest, and we are able to conceal ourselves all through the day.

Truth is stranger than fiction-to some people, but I am measurably familiar with it.

We have an insanity plea that would have saved Cain.

Life does not consist mainly - or even largely - of facts and happenings.

There is no such thing as a new idea. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope.