The secret of success is making your vocation your vacation.

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

A man has no business to be depressed by a disappointment, anyway; he ought to make up his mind to get even.

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

We had a sunset of a very fine sort. The vast plain of the sea was marked off in bands of sharply-contrasted colors: great stretches of dark blue, others of purple, others of polished bronze; the billowy mountains showed all sorts of dainty browns and greens, blues and purples and blacks, and the rounded velvety backs of certain of them made one want to stroke them, as one would the sleek back of a cat.

Oh Death where is thy sting! It has none. But life has.

Man is the only animal that is cruel. It kills just for the sake of it.