Death? Why this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

When all usefulness is over, when one is assured of an unavoidable and imminent death, it is the simplest of human rights to choose a quick and easy death in place of a slow and horrible one.

Life is a verb, not a noun.

We grovel and "worship" and pray to God to do what we ourselves ought to have done a thousand years ago, and can do now, as soon as we choose.

The labor of women in the house, certainly, enables men to produce more wealth than they otherwise could; and in this way women are economic factors in society. But so are horses.

To swallow and follow, whether old doctrine or new propaganda, is a weakness still dominating the human mind.

Love grows by service.

Eternity is not something that begins after you are dead. It is going on all the time.

A man's honor always seems to want to kill a woman to satisfy it.

If a woman is really injured by her marriage, she should sue under the employer liability act. She should claim damages--not alimony.

I used to lie awake as a child and get more entertainment and terror out of blank walls and plain furniture than most children could find in a toy-store.

We can learn so much looking outside our core field of expertise.

My wit is only as stupid as the audience.

Gold begets in brethren hate Gold in families debate Gold does friendship separate Gold does civil wars create.

Much of the really serious trouble in the world gets going with a sense of humiliation.

In cold and heat, in rain and wind, the soul united to God says, "I want it to be warm, to be cold, windy, to rain, because God wills it."

A high regard for the things of this world always signals a lowering regard for God.

It is, I suppose, the business of grandparents to create memories and the relative of memories: traditions. We want to lodge moments, like snapshots, in the fleeting video of time.

I've always known I would be a success, but I was surprised at the way it came.

My childhood was a period of waiting for the moment when I could send everyone and everything connected with it to hell.

Are you and I perchance caught up in a dream from which we have not yet awakened?