I think that Ingersoll had all the attributes of a perfect man, and, in my opinion, no finer personality ever existed. Judging from the past, I cannot help thinking that the intention of the Supreme Intelligence that rules the world is to ultimately make such a type of man universal.

Ideas without execution are hallucinations.

To my mind the old masters are not art; their value is in their scarcity.

Our greatest weakness lies in giving up.

I am quite correctly described as 'more of a sponge than an inventor....'

For faith, as well intentioned as it may be, must be built on facts, not fiction - faith in fiction is a damnable false hope.

Results! Why, man, I have gotten a lot of results. I know several thousand things that won't work.