The man of science appears to be the only man who has something to say just now, and the only man who does not know how to say it.
In dinner talk it is perhaps allowable to fling any faggot rather than let the fire go out.
Most disquieting reflection of all, was it not bad form to think about good form?
Boy, why are you crying?
You canna expect to be baith grand and comfortable.
What is genius? It is the power to be a boy again at will.