We are always hearing of people who are around seeking after the Truth. I have never seen a (permanent) specimen. I think he has never lived. But I have seen several entirely sincere people who thought they were (permanent) Seekers after the Truth. They sought diligently, persistently, carefully, cautiously, profoundly, with perfect honesty and nicely adjusted judgment- until they believed that without doubt or question they had found the Truth. That was the end of the search. The man spent the rest of his hunting up shingles wherewith to protect his Truth from the weather.

Suddenly the nickel-clad horse takes the bit in its mouth and goes slanting for the curbstone defying all prayers and all your powers to change its mind - your heart stands still, your breath hangs fire, your legs forget to work.

If everyone was satisfied with himself, there would be no heroes.

A joke, even if it be a lame one, is nowhere so keenly relished or quickly applauded as in a murder trial.

Your actions speak so much louder than words.

A little lie can travel half way 'round the world while Truth is still lacing up her boots.

The human race was always interesting and we know by its past that it will always continue so, monotonously.