Each lost day has its patron saint!

Nobody shoulders a rifle in defense of a boarding house.

It would seem evident, therefore, that the secret of the American short story was the treatment of characteristic American life, with absolute knowledge of its peculiarities and sympathy with its method.

A bird in the hand is a certainty, but a bird in the bush may sing.

Thiar ain't no sense In gittin' riled!

Perhaps there is no gift of nature that requires as little exertion on the part of the owner as personal beauty. I am not certain but that it is this very absence of effort which excites our admiration.

If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'