The true Southern watermelon is a boon apart, and not to be mentioned with commoner things. It is chief of this world'd luxuries, king by grace of God over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took: we know it because she repented.

After a few months' acquaintance with European 'coffee' one's mind weakens, and his faith with it, and he begins to wonder if the rich beverage of home, with it's clotted layer of yellow cream on top of it, is not a mere dream after all, and a thing which never existed.

Concentration of power in a political machine is bad; and an Established Church is only a political machine; it was invented for that; it is nursed, cradled, preserved for that; it is an enemy to human liberty, and does no good which it could not better do in a split-up and scattered condition.

There ought to be a room in every house to swear in. It's dangerous to have to repress an emotion like that.

There's a good spot tucked away somewhere in everybody. You'll be a long time finding it, sometimes.

When one's character begins to fall under suspicion and disfavor, how swift, then, is the work of disintegration and destruction.

Custom is petrification, nothing but dynamite can dislodge it for a century.