Old friends, we say, are best, when some sudden disillusionment shakes our faith in a new comrade.
Imagination is like a lofty building reared to meet the sky; whereas fancy is a balloon that soars at the wind's will.
To appreciate nonsense requires a serious interest in life.
The old say, "I remember when." The young say, "What's the news?"
Our bodies are apt to be our autobiographies.
As the dog becomes thoroughbred in the laws of clan and caste; obedient, fraternal and loyal; so is the man who accepts the gentleman's code.