Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.

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

It would not be possible for Noah to do in our day what he was permitted to do in his own ... The inspector would come and examine the Ark, and make all sorts of objections.

There is nothing but that frail breastwork of earth between the people and destruction.

Our best built certainties are but sand-houses and subject to damage from any wind of doubt that blows

But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian's daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest?

It has been reported that I was seriously ill--it was another man; dying--it was another man; dead--the other man again...As far as I can see, nothing remains to be reported, except that I have become a foreigner. When you hear it, don't you believe it. And don't take the trouble to deny it. Merely just raise the American flag on our house in Hartford and let it talk.