Laws have come down to us from old customs and folk-ways based on primitive ideas of man's origin, capacity and responsibility.

We are turning our prisons into living tombs, inhabited by doomed men living in everlasting blank despair.

The truth is, no man is white and no man is black. We are all freckled.

I feel as I always have, that the earth is the home and the only home of man, and I am convinced that whatever he is to get out of his existence he must get while he is here.

If there is a soul, what is it, and where did it come from, and where does it go? Can anyone who is guided by his reason possibly imagine a soul independent of a body, or the place of its residence, or the character of it, or anything concerning it? If man is justified in any belief or disbelief on any subject, he is warranted in the disbelief in a soul. Not one scrap of evidence exists to prove any such impossible thing.

If a man is happy in America, it is considered he is doing something wrong.

One believes in the truthfulness of a man because of his long experience with the man, and because the man has always told a consistent story. But no man has told so consistent a story as nature.

Wars always bring about a conservative reaction. They overwhelm and destroy patient and careful efforts to improve the condition of man.

In the great flood of human life that is spawned upon the earth, it is not often that a man is born.