You must believe me that on this street, neither in the houses which line it, nor the cobblestones which pave it, nor the elevated structure which cuts it atwain, neither in any creature that bears a name and lives thereon, neither in any animal, bird or insect passing through it to slaughter or already slaughtered, is there hope of “lubet,” “sublimate” or “abominate.”

It is not to be doubted that intimacies with English freethinkers at this period, and with French deists and atheists at a later stage in his life, did much to engender those latitudinarian sentiments upon religious subjects which Franklin is known to have entertained.

In fact, when he's hot on your white rump, the running hyena Chasmaporthetes looks more like a jaguar than it does like the slouchy little hyena that will be around a million years from now. That's just for starters.

Had she lived now, she would have talked of the last delightful lecture on gas, or the charming new treatise on carbonic acid; she would have studied German, and delighted in the society of talented people.