And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anything to read?

The function of posterity is to look after itself.

Hands have not tears to flow.

Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.

Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Oh, I'm a martyr to music.

I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.