My love came back to me Under the November tree Shelterless and dim. He put his hand upon my shoulder, He did not think me strange or older, Nor I, him.

The study of mathematics is the indispensable basis for all intellectual and spiritual progress.

My love came back to me Under the November tree Shelterless and dim. He put his hand upon my shoulder, He did not think me strange or older, Nor I, him.

I had a little dog and my dog was very small....Of all the treasures that were mine, I loved him most of all.

Every public action which is not customary, either is wrong or, if it is right, is a dangerous precedent. It follows that nothing should ever be done for the first time.

Nothing is ever done until everyone is convinced that it ought to be done, and has been convinced for so long that it is now time to do something else.

Propaganda is that branch of the art of lying which consists in nearly deceiving your friends without quite deceiving your enemies.