Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.
Is there not in every human soul a primitive spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world and immortal in the next, which can be developed by goodness, kindled, lit up, and made to radiate, and which evil can never entirely extinguish.
The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.
I am for religion, against religions.
Tobacco is the plant that converts thoughts into dreams.
Civilization survives on the constant discovery of amity and an equal supply of damnation.