Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.

Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?

God knows, I'm not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen.

All my fears and cares are of this world; if there is another, an honest man has nothing to fear from it.

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

I love drinking now and then. It defecates the standing pool of thought. A man perpetually in the paroxysm and fears of inebriety is like a half-drowned stupid wretch condemned to labor unceasingly in water; but a now-and-then tribute to Bacchus is like the cold bath, bracing and invigorating.

An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended!