It cannot be too often repeated, that truth scorns the assistance of miracle.

The hands that help are better far than lips that pray.

It seems to me that if there is some infinite being who wants us to think alike he would have made us alike.

He who commends the brutalities of the past, sows the seeds of future crimes.

Is there an intelligent man or woman now in the world who believes in the Garden of Eden story? If you find any man who believes it, strike his forehead and you will hear an echo. Something is for rent.

The falling leaf that tells of autumn's death is, in a subtler sense, a prophecy of spring.

Meekness is the mask of malice.