Is the human race a joke? Was it devised and patched together in a dull time when there was nothing important to do?

A mine is a hole in the ground with a liar on top.

Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.

A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way.

My father was a Saint Bernard, my mother was a Collie, but I am a Presbyterian.

It is a good and gentle religion, but inconvenient.

We are chameleons, and our partialities and prejudices change place with an easy and blesses facility, and we are soon wonted to the change and happy in it.