Presbyterianism without infant damnation would be like the dog on the train that couldn't be identified because it had lost its tag.

We Americans... bear the ark of liberties of the world.

Let us be grateful to Adam: he cut us out of the blessing of idleness and won for us the curse of labor.

No one can write perfect English and keep it up through a stretch of ten chapters. It has never been done.

There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages.

Irreverence is the champion of liberty and its only sure defense.

By his father he is English, by his mother he is Americanto my mind the blend which makes the perfect man.