Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?

There are certain fixed rules that one observes for one's own comfort. For instance, never be flippantly rude to any inoffensive grey-bearded stranger that you may meet in pine forests or hotel smoking-rooms on the Continent. It always turns out to be the King of Sweden.

Children are given us to discourage our better emotions.

A beautifully constructed borshch, such as you are going to experience presently, ought not only to banish conversation but almost to annihilate thought.

But, good gracious, you've got to educate him first. You can't expect a boy to be vicious till he's been to a good school.

Addresses are given to us to conceal our whereabouts.

And the vagueness of his alarm added to its terrors; when once you have taken the Impossible into your calculations its possibilities become practically limitless.