The very ink with which history is written is merely fluid prejudice.

The old Irish when immersing a babe at baptism left out the right arm so that it would remain pagan for good fighting

...many foolish persons, wanderers from other parts, have the vain fashion of graving their names and the obscure places whence they come, upon its stones, which is silly and marketh the doer for a fool.

I thoroughly believe that any man who's got anything worthwhile to say will be heard if he only says it often enough.

It's easy to endure adversity -- if it happens to someone else.

She is not refined. She is not unrefined. She keeps a parrot

You can't no more teach what you ain't learned than you can come from where you ain't been.