Newspapers tell beforehand what is going to happen - maybe.

Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.

If the facts are against you, argue the law. If the law is against you, argue the facts. If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell

Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.

I remember the Chillicothe ballplayers grappling the Long Island ball players in a sixteen-inning game ended by darkness. And the shoulders of the Chillicothe players were a red smoke against the sundown and the shoulders of the Rock Island players were a yellow smoke against the sundown. And the umpire's voice was hoarse calling balls and strikes and outs and the umpire's throat fought in the dust for a song.

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.