In baiting a mousetrap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse.

Sherard Blaw, the dramatist who had discovered himself, and who had given so ungrudgingly of his discovery to the world.

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

The cat of the slums and alleys, starved, outcast, harried, still keeps amid the prowlings of its adversity the bold, free, panther-tread with which it paced of yore the temple courts of Thebes, still displays the self-reliant watchfulness which man has never taught it to lay aside.

Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

Think how many blameless lives are brightened by the blazing indiscretions of other people.

There is no easy in the world neither hard everything is the same in a way.