Society and the World

That, Sire, is a question of dates.

This is the beginning of the end.

So geographers, in Afric-maps,

We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.

And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country than the whole race of politicians put together.

And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country than the whole race of politicians put together.

Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through.

Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through.

It is the folly of too many, to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom.

It is the folly of too many, to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom.

War is capitalism with the gloves off.

I s’pect I growed. Don’t think nobody never made me.

It’s not the voting that’s democracy, it’s the counting.

It’s not the voting that’s democracy, it’s the counting.

I’m with you on the free press. It’s the newspapers I can’t stand.

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I?

A child should always say what’s true,

Marriage is like life in this—that it is a field of battle, and not a bed of roses.

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.

Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary.

Every one lives by selling something.

Here lies one who meant well, tried a little, failed much:—surely that may be his epitaph, of which he need not be ashamed.