I can speak French but I cannot understand it.

I was a-trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it.

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

There was no place in the land where the seeker could not find some small budding sign of pity for the slave. No place in all the land but one - the pulpit. It yielded last; it always does. It fought a strong and stubborn fight, and then did what it always does, joined the procession - at the tail end. Slavery fell. The slavery texts in the Bible remained; the practice changed; that was all.

The Bible is full of interest. It has noble poetry in it; and some clever fables; and some blood-drenched history; and some good morals; and a wealth of obscenity; and upwards of a thousand lies. This Bible is built mainly out of fragments of older Bibles that had their day and crumbled to ruin. So it noticeably lacks in originality, necessarily. Its three or four most imposing and impressive events all happened in earlier Bibles; there are only two new things in it: hell, for one, and that singular heaven I have told you about.

Buy land, they're not making it anymore.

The only very marked difference between the average civilized man and the average savage is that the one is gilded and the other is painted.