I can’t write five words but that I change seven.

If all the young ladies who attended the Yale promenade dance were laid end to end, no one would be the least surprised.

Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion.

Then if my friendships break and bend, There's little need to cry The while I know that every foe Is faithful till I die.

If I should labor through daylight and dark, Consecrate, valorous, serious, true, Then on the world I may blazon my mark; And what if I don't, and what if I do?

Vice is nice, but liquor is quicker.

It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.