Tomorrow I shall be sixty-nine, but I do not seem to care. I did not start the affair, and I have not been consulted about it at any step.

The Christian religion, then, is not an affair of preaching, or prating, or ranting, but of taking care of the bodies as well as the souls of people; not an affair of belief and of faith and of professions, but an affair of doing good, and especially to those who are in want; not an affair of fire and brimstone, but an affair of bacon and read, beer and a bed.

The Cubs are gonna shine in sixty-nine.

The conqueror is regarded with awe; the wise man commands our respect; but it is only the benevolent man that wins our affection.

It's astonishing how well the worse reason looks when you try to make it appear the better.

I wish you to believe whatever you think is true, at any and every cost.