Custom meets us at the cradle and leaves us only at the tomb.

Custom is a prison, locked and barred by those who long ago were dust, the keys of which are in the keeping of the dead.

Homes make patriots. He who has sat by his own fireside with wife and children will defend it. Few men have been patriotic enough to shoulder a musket in defense of a boarding house. The prosperity and glory of our country depend upon the number of people who are the owners of homes.

These contradictions are gross and palpable and demonstrate that the New Testament is not inspired, and that many of its statements must be false

If I owe Smith ten dollars and God forgives me, that doesn't pay Smith.

The sacred books of all the world are worthless dross and common stones compared with Shakespeare's glittering gold and gleaming gems.