I shoot the Hippopotamus with bullets made of platinum, because if I use the leaden one his hide is sure to flatten em.

How slow the shadow creeps: but when 'tis past How fast the shadows fall. How fast! How fast!

If antiquity be the only test of nobility, then cheese is a very noble thing ... The lineage of cheese is demonstrably beyond all record.

Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.

Great artistic talent in any direction... is hardly inherent to the man. It comes and goes; it is often possessed only for a short phase in his life; it hardly ever colors his character as a whole and has nothing to do with the moral and intellectual stuff of the mind and soul. Many great artists, perhaps most great artists, have been poor fellows indeed, whom to know was to despise.

An institute run with such knavish imbecility that if it were not the work of God it would not last a fortnight.

I said to Heart, "How goes it?" Heart replied: "Right as a Ribstone Pippin!" But it lied.