nations decay from within more often than they surrender to outward assault.
Happiness is a hardy annual.
There wouldn't be half as much fun in the world if it weren't for children and men, and there ain't a mite of difference between them under the skins.
That was the worst of being poor, you couldn't give the right things in sickness.
What depresses me is the inevitable way the second rate forges ahead and the deserving is left behind.
Women like to sit down with trouble - as if it were knitting.