An Idea Is A Greater Monument Than

The World Is Made Up For The Most Part Of Morons And Natural Tyrants, Sure Of Themselves, Strong In Their Own Opinions, Never Doubting Anything.

Do I Need To Argue To Your Honor That Cruelty Only Breeds Cruelty? That Hatred Only Causes Hatred; That If There Is Any Way To Soften This Human Heart Which Is Hard Enough At Its Best, If There Is Any Way To Kill Evil And Hatred And All That Goes With It, It Is Not Through Evil And Hatred And Cruelty; It Is Through Charity, And Love, And Understanding?

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.

The Audience That Storms The Box-office Of The Theater To Gain Entrance To A Sensational Show Is Small And Sleepy Compared With The Throng That Crashes The Courthouse Door When Something Concerning Real Life And Death Is To Be Laid Bare To The Public.

I Don't Like Spinach, And I'm Glad I Don't, Because If I Liked It I'd Eat It, And I Just Hate It.