The pulpit and the optimist are always talking about the human race's steady march toward ultimate perfection. As usual, they leave out the statistics. It is the pulpit's way - the optimist's way.

If it is a Miracle, any sort of evidence will answer, but if it is a Fact, proof is necessary

That is an editor. He is trying to think of a word. He props his feet on a chair, which is the editor's way; then he can think better. I do not care much for this one; his ears are not alike; still, editor suggests the sound of Edward, and he will do. I could make him better if I had a model, but I made this one from memory. But is no particular matter; they all look alike, anyway. They are conceited and troublesome, and don't pay enough.

There are basically two types of people. People who accomplish things, and people who claim to have accomplished things. The first group is less crowded.

Cooper's art has some defects. In one place in 'Deerslayer,' and in the restricted space of two-thirds of a page, Cooper has scored 114 offences against literary art out of a possible 115. It breaks the record.

There isn't anything so grotesque or so incredible that the average human being can't believe it.

It is often the case that a man who can't tell a lie thinks he is the best judge of one.