Ah, if he could only die temporarily!

He wa'n't no common dog, he wa'n't no mongrel; he was a composite. A composite dog is a dog that is made up of all the valuable qualities that's in the dog breed-kind of a syndicate; and a mongrel is made up of all riffraff that's left over.

The art of prophecy is very difficult, especially with respect to the future.

God's noblest work. Man who found it out? Man.

Conformity—the natural instinct to passively yield to that vague something recognized as authority.

What ought to be done to the man who invented the celebrating of anniversaries? Mere killing would be too light.

There was never a century nor a country that was short of experts who knew the Deity's mind and were willing to reveal it.