Scopes isn’t on trial; civilization is on trial.
CLARENCE DARROWThe man who fights for his fellow-man is a better man than the one who fights for himself.
More Clarence Darrow Quotes
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Whenever I hear people discussing birth control, I always remember that I was fifth.
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In life one cannot eat his cake and have it, too; he must make his choice and then do the best he can to be content to go the way his judgment leads.
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You can’t get to a pleasant place to be at unless you use pleasant methods to get there. When you are dealing with a human society the means is fully as important as the end.
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I am a friend of the working man, and I would rather be his friend, than be one.
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Someday I hope to write a book where the royalties will pay for the copies I give away.
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If a man is happy in America, it is considered he is doing something wrong.
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The most human thing we can do is comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.
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Anyone can spot a lie, unless he is in need of that lie.
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Great wealth often curses all who touch it.
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I am an agnostic; I do not pretend to know what many ignorant men are sure of.
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To say that the universe was here last year, or millions of years ago, does not explain its origin. This is still a mystery. As to the question of the origin of things, man can only wonder and doubt and guess.
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Physical deformity, calls forth our charity. But the infinite misfortune of moral deformity calls forth nothing but hatred and vengeance.
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The truth is that brains have little to do with either the making or accumulating of money.
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There are a lot of myths which make the human race cruel and barbarous and unkind. Good and Evil, Sin and Crime, Free Will and the like delusions made to excuse God for damning men and to excuse men for crucifying each other.
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Inside every lawyer is the wreck of a poet.
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