Now I can only pray that there may be a God -- and a heaven -- or something better.

I am able to say that while I am not ruggedly well, I am not ill enough to excite an undertaker.

Nothing so focuses the mind as the prospect of being hanged.

I used to think my father was an idiot, until I turned twenty-one... Then I thought he was a genus.

Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.

Tell the truth or trump-but get the trick.

Men are more compassionate/(nobler)/magnanimous/generous than God; for men forgive their dead, but God does not.