But the cruelest habit the modern prophecy-savans have, is that one of coolly and arbitrarily fitting the prophetic shirt on to the wrong man. They do it without regard to rhyme or reason.
It takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt you to the heart: the one to slander you and the other to get the news to you.
It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream–a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought–a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!
In religion and politics people’s beliefs and convictions are in almost every case gotten at second-hand, and without examination, from authorities who have not themselves examined the questions at issue but have taken them at second-hand from other non-examiners, whose opinions about them were not worth a brass farthing.
Familiarity breeds contempt and children.
Jim said he believed it was spirits, but I says: no, spirits wouldn’t say “dern the dern fog”.
Never learn to do anything: if you don’t learn, you’ll always find someone else to do it for you.
for he seemed only able to inhale it by thimblefuls,
But I have never ceased to think of that girl. I have written to her, but I can not direct the epistle because her name is one of those nine-jointed Russian affairs, and there are not letters enough in our alphabet to hold out. I am not reckless enough to try to pronounce it when I am awake, but I make a stagger at it in my dreams,
Everything in moderation except whiskey, and sometimes too much whiskey is just enough.