Suicide carried off many. Drink and the devil took care of the rest

It is the history of our kindnesses that alone make this world tolerable. If it were not for that, for the effect of kind words, kind looks, kind letters . . . I should be inclined to think our life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit.

Everyone lives by selling something.

I believe in an ultimate decency of things.

We consume the carcasses of creatures of like appetites, passions and organs with our own, and fill the slaughterhouses daily with screams of pain and fear.

You cannot run away from weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?

Saints are sinners who kept on going.