In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty, who did not want him.

There has been only one Christian. They caught and curcified him-early.

Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.

Nothing is made in vain, but the fly came near it.

There is no salvation for us but to adopt Civilization and lift ourselves down to its level.

That reminds me to remark, in passing, that the very first official thing I did, in my administration-and it was on the first day of it, too-was to start a patent office; for I knew that a country without a patent office and good patent laws was just a crab, and couldn't travel any way but sideways or backways.

From his cradle to his grave a man never does a single thing which has any FIRST AND FOREMOST object but one -- to secure peace of mind, spiritual comfort, for HIMSELF.