My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.

It was the schoolboy who said, "Faith is believing what you know ain't so."

Man is the master of the unspoken word, which spoken, is master of him.

Now, what I contend is that my body is my own, at least I have always so regarded it. If I do harm through my experimenting with it, it is I who suffer, not the state.

Pity is for the living, envy is for the dead.