It Is Bigotry For Public

The Purpose Of Man Is Like The Purpose Of A Pollywog - To Wiggle Along As Far As He Can Without Dying; Or, To Hang To Life Until Death Takes Him.

We Know Life Is Futile. A Man Who Considers That His Life Is Of Very Wonderful Importance Is Awfully Close To A Padded Cell.

One Believes In The Truthfulness Of A Man Because Of His Long Experience With The Man, And Because The Man Has Always Told A Consistent Story. But No Man Has Told So Consistent A Story As Nature.

The Most Human Thing We Can Do Is Comfort The Afflicted And Afflict The Comfortable.

Some False Representations Contravene The Law; Some Do Not. ... The Sensibilities Of No Two Men Are The Same. Some Would Refuse To Sell Property Without Carefully Explaining All About Its Merits And Defects, And Putting Themselves In The Purchasers' Place And Inquiring If He Himself Would Buy Under The Circumstances. But Such Men Never Would Be Prosperous Merchants.