I make it a rule never to smoke while I'm sleeping.

When a man stands on the verge of seventy-two you know perfectly well that he never reached that place without knowing what this life is - heartbreaking bereavement.

It is not a new thing for a thoroughly good and well-meaning preacher´s soft heart to run away with his soft head.

There are many humorous things in the world; among them, the white man's notion that he is less savage than the other savages.

Whose property is my body? Probably mine. I so regard it. If I experiment with it, who must be answerable? I, not the State. If I choose injudiciously, does the state die? Oh, no.

If you tell the truth you do not need a good memory!

...heaven for climate, and hell for society.