One of the troubles of the day, observes Mr. C.N. Peac, is that once we came upon the little red schoolhouse, whereas now we come upon the little-read school boy.
The Detroit String Quartet played Brahms last night. Brahms lost.
Oratory is the art of making a loud noise sound like a deep thought.
An oboe is an ill-wind that nobody blows good.
The person who can bring the spirit of laughter into a room is indeed blessed.
I think the right to read, is one of our inherent rights, and I think that people in America today are intelligent enough to decide for themselves what they want to read. Without being told, by self-appointed people, you must not read this, or you cannot read this.