America is the only place where man is full-grown!

For nothing burns with such amazing speed, As the dry sticks of a religious creed.

Stillness of person and steadiness of features are signal marks of good breeding.

A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!

Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.

I hate facts. I always say the chief end of man is to form general propositions - adding that no general proposition is worth a damn.

Simple people... are very quick to see the live facts which are going on about them.