I am trying to get the hang of this new fangled writing machine, but I am not making a shining success of it. However, this is the first attempt I have ever made & yet I perceive I shall soon & easily acquire a fine facility in its use. ... The machine has several virtues. I believe it will print faster than I can write. One may lean back in his chair & work it. It piles an awful stack of words on one page. It don't muss things or scatter ink blots around. Of course it saves paper.

He gossips habitually; he lacks the common wisdom to keep still that deadly enemy of man, his own tongue.

...one should be gentle with the ignorant, for they are the chosen of God.

Satan hasn't a single salaried helper; the Opposition employs a million.

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

Books are the liberated spirits of men.

I do not know what we should do without the pulpit. We could better spare the sun-the moon, anyway.