H'aint we got all the fools in town on our side? And ain't that a big enough majority in any town? - Mark Twain

[The preacher] never charged nothing for his preaching, and it was worth it, too.

Death, the refuge, the solace, the best and kindliest and most prized friend and benefactor of the erring, the forsaken, the old, and weary, and broken of heart, whose burdens be heavy upon them, and who would lie down and be at rest.

My works are like water. The works of the great masters are like wine. But everyone drinks water.