News is history in its first and best form, its vivid and fascinating form . . . history is the pale and tranquil reflection of it.

There is no God, no universe, no humanrace, 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 forlornamong the empty eternities!

You tell me whar a man gits his corn pone, en I’ll tell you what his ’pinions is.

To create man was a fine and original idea; but to add the sheep was tautology.

The language [German] which enables aman to travel all day in one sentence withoutchanging cars.

I would throw out the old maxim, “Mycountry, right or wrong,” and instead I would say, “My country when she is right.”

I have no race prejudices, and I think I have no color prejudices nor caste prejudices nor creed prejudices. Indeed, I know it. I canstand any society. All that I care to know isthat a man is a human being—that is enough for me; he can’t be any worse.

What are the proper proportions of a maxim? A minimum of sound to a maximum of sense.

Let me make the superstitions of a nationand I care not who makes its laws or its songs either.

“Classic.” A book which people praise and don’t read.