Beware of advice-even this.

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

Whenever a people or an institution forget its hard beginnings, it is beginning to decay.

An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, "Come and find me, come and find me."

I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.

A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.