No doubt an empty stomach inclines a man to much logic and the splitting of straws.

There comes with an empty stomach less of grossness and more of abstract reason, and an exaltation which may be all impractical, but which is recklessly acute.
"I want to do things, I want to help others--I don't know why, but I do--I have ambitions, but I try to make them good.

I am doing the best I can with the brains I have.

I get up in the morning from the office floor and do my utmost all day, and try to do better when I get out, but nothing helps me! Where is the God who, it is said, at worst, helps those who help themselves.
"'You say that we have a meaning; So has dung, and its meaning is flowers.' "The Hindoo king must be right.

I am, we all are but like horses, or trees, or mushrooms; and it is only some sort of accident which makes each thing with life successful or unsuccessful, happy or unhappy, as the case may be." So, at this time, Grant Harlson reasoned, blindly, yet in his heart there was something which protested against his own deductions and kept him in the path which was straightforward, and from staking all the future on the morrow.